Animal House 2

Day passed into early eve and all of us including Regina, Jimmys sister and another roomie of ours off to The Surf Club for the Jug Bands Sat night show.Our table has around ten folks at it hootin and hollerin and having a great time.At some point during the day Mugsy or myself found some muscle relaxers on our person and a few folks including my brother Larry ate them.The Jug Band put on a great show and since it was Memorial Day things got a bit wild.All I know was at the end of the night Geno invited Jimmy M. and Myself onstage where we sang "When the Saints Come Marchin In"while the umbrella lady led the conga line around the bar followed by my brother Mike and Mugsy.I don't recall how but we all made it back to the cottage in North Truro and at some point early the next morn Mugsy said some irate neighbor lady cme in yelling and screaming that my brothers car was parked on top of her septic system and when no one woke up but Mugs she went crazy.A little later the landlord showed up and wanted to know if this was going to be a regular thing as folks were passed out in sleeping bags all over the floor.The lady next door turned out to be a rummy whose husband was a dean at Northeastern so we had her ass.It was a nice start to my last season at Babes and one in which I got the best tan of my life.

Animal House

I was just reading that the Highland Light in North Truro turns 150 years old.I love that lighthouse.The sound of that foghorn on stormy nights was so soothing and also romantic with the young ladies.You could hear it all across North Truro but my story starts in Boston at the NEZ house the Fri night of Memorial Day weekend 1981.The house was pretty empty and Mugsy and I deceided to drop some acid.Right after we took it Animal House came on TV and we started watching and soon were caught up in it.Around midnight after many beers and with a good acid buzz going we decided the only thing to do was drive to Cape Cod right now!So we grabbed a 12 pack hit Mao's closet for two bottles of white wine and along with a few joints some speed and a vile of coke we headed out with mugs driving his VW411 or whatever they were called.About 45 minutes out of Boston after much fun Mugs starts waving his hand in front of his face saying"I can't see" "Pull over" says I and we smoke a doob and do a few lines.This went on like three times before we made it over the bridge onto the Cape at which we got a second wind.All of a sudden we are in North Truro at like 3a.m. with nothing to do so we pull off route 6 and talk and do more drugs ,have another beer and all of a sudden its getting light out.So off we go to Provincetown where we pull into a parking lot right before or past The Red Inn.We open a bottle of wine and I tell mugs we have to let it breathe which is when he looks at me like what kind of stoner idiot are you.So we start sipping wine and at this point I found Camels in my pocket so we're smoking drinking wine at daybreak with fisherman walking by us and looking at us like we're two really messed up guys having a good time.Around then we snoozed for an hour or so and when we woke up decided it was time to head back to North Truro and find the house I had rented with five other guys and gals for the summer.The thing was though the cottge sat off the road above the bay on freezer beach.So we drive back and forth with no luck and finally wind up at Dutras Market around 9 in the morning.We have no idea what to do when Jimmy M. my workmate from Babes and roomate shows up withMarty another roomie and then my brothers Larry and Mike pull in followed by Grtetchen W. from Pittsford.So we all head down Pond Road to the cottage and proceed to drink more beer(cont)

NEZ

I realised tonight I still haven't put up a post on my fraternity time at Nu Epsilon Zeta besides a brief mention.Though most of my time there was spent in the quest of knowledge there were a few incidents I can write about soon.

He Likes It

History Lesson

I was just looking in a book discussion in one of my History groups where they are reading a new book on Pocahontas.I am not reading the book but mention is made of how the Indians put up with the settlers rascally behavior.That got me to thinking that a similar thing happened to the Indians on Cape Cod when the pilgrims raided their corn granary in Truro in a spot still called Corn Hill.I thought how ironic a few hundred years later just above Truro is P-town which could be called Corn Hole.

My Book

I'll put up a few more poems from my hard to find"Anus of Repose" 3 copies I know of. (1) "Rainy Day in P-Town" Raining today-nothing to do-So I said let's make sticky Buns!-Bruce made a happy face on mine (2) "Eddie" Sometimes-When he starts to talk-I feel like asking him-If his asshole is closed for repair.

Richard Gere

I've been busy with my Gerbils lately so no new posts.I'll put something up soon.In the meantime I'll put up an old poem though (- )will have to do for line breaks. "Holiday in P-Town", As I recall- the days were sunny-but each night-golden showers fell on Uranus.