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No posts in awhile as I just haven't been inspired to post anything.I hope to change that soon.By the way I had a knock on the door tonight and when I answered it baseball bat in hand I found two folks from Peta at my door.They said a neighbor had complained I was beating my monkey in the window while she looked on from the sidewalk down below.I told them I don't own a monkey but if I did I would never beat it. I would just spank it if it was bad.

Last ride postscript

I forgot to mention that at the time Eastview Mall was owned by the extended family of a Pittsford Friend Bob Wilmot.Another friend Jeff L's dad insured the Mall and Jeff had to go blab about it to his father.So about a month later I get a letter and bill for the damage from L Insurance.When I told Jeff he was an idiot for telling his father he said his dad did it as a joke.I guess it was cause I never paid the bill.

The Last Ride of the Vega

There are more Vega stories to tell and some short blurbs like the morning my father came in my bedroom and asked me if I knew where my car was and I told him in the driveway.He told me to look outside and I did to see my vega wagon parked sideways on the front lawn drivers door open.I said "Hey I made it home didn't I?".My brother Mike also parked his VW on the front lawn once or twice.Anyhoo that the Vega Wagon survived Cape Cod and the summer of 77 was a major miracle.It made it fine through fall in Rochester but that New Years eve was to be it's last ride.What better company to have along than Wildman who has shared and provided some memorable moments in a car.We started out doing some doobs and since it was New Years Eve I know coke was involved and maybe something else.We wern't picky.Whatever drugs came along we took them.Wound up at a huge New Years party at Greg Clark's house and by the late hours wound up at The Gaslight at Eastview Mall where "The Inside Out Band" was playing and in a bit of irony they had played in Provincetown all during the summer of 77.By the time the Gaslight was near closing time we had a weeks worth of drugs and booze in us in just one nights work.We pulled away and I saw the whole vast back parking lot of the mall empty of cars and there was a coat of ice on much of it with a dusting of snow.It was then some Winter Olympic memory kicked in and I saw the lightpoles.Somewhere we had picked up a bottle of Champagne which was now opened.I took a swig and decided we were going to Slalom the light poles of the mall parking lot.We had gone through and around about 7 of them passing the bottle ,skidding on the ice and laughing our ass off when wildman goes"Lookout" and the car is stopped dead in it's tracks.Where the hell did that traffic Island and small tree come from?Indeed it was the only traffic Island in the whole back parking lot and the Vega was stuck real good on it.So I come up with the plan we'll go back to the bar and say it was stolen.Right after we exit the car the little scooter mall security guy comes putting up and Bob says toss the keys.So I toss the keys and we tell him while weaving back and forth someone stole my car and we just found it after leaving the bar.I tell him the keys aren't in the car and we start searching for them.Right away Wildman goes"Here They Are!" and I'm thinking way to blow my story drunk.Just then two of the Kennedy girls come along and ask us if we need a ride and we tell the guy we'll be back in the morning.They drive us home and next thing I know my dad is asking me where my car is.I'm lying in Bed the room spinning and I say"It's over at Eastview with a flat tire"I pass out again and an hour later my father storms into my room and starts yelling which he never did."Flat Tire!,that car is wrecked,If you ever drink and drive again I'll kill you you horses ass"It turns out he went out there and indeed there was a flat tire but there was also pretty much no front axle left amongst other vital things underneath the car.He called the towtruck and they had to bring another one out,this one a flatbed cause there was nothing left to hook a tow to.The funny thing is the body was untouched but the damage underneath was almost 2,500.00 more than bluebook on the car.So the Vega Wagon that had served me so well and acquired legendary status amongst my peers was no more.A postscript was that six months later I saw what I was sure was my car for sale at Dick Steamers Mobil station.I wouldn't have put it past that asshole to take a car with a badly bent frame fix it up and pass it off to some one as a solid car.

None of your buisness

You ask where have I been.I haven't posted of late because I was involved in a terrible drinking accident.I got a little careless and it's a fine line between pro and amateur.I'll just give you this advice which I saw in a Modern Drunkard Mag some years ago."When you are crawling on your hands and knees Taxis and Police Cars look a lot alike so be careful what you hail.I'll put up some posts this week.