Monday, June 17, 2013

The Day After

  I wake up with my head pounding. I knew I should not have drank that Turkey. Does it every time.
  Another swimming hole we use is called the sand pits. It's where I have to dive out of trees instead of cliffs. The water is an amazing blue and refreshing as hell. It reminds me of a girl that I was crazy about. We spent a lot of time, there. I used to tell her she looked like a drowned rat. The opposite was true, however. I was 17 and she was 15. I swear she looked 20! I met her at a party and my buddy offered her a ride home. We made out like bandits in the back seat of his car. She had the smoothest lips and after tasting those lips I was hooked. My older brother was dating her sister at the time but in later years married my girl, the little sister, and it broke my heart. I don't think she knew exactly how I felt about her because if she did I don't think she would have married my brother. Then again, I was not even in the picture at that time. I was serving my country in the United States Air Force. When I found out the she was marrying my brother I was kinda relieved that I would be seeing a lot of her. There were a lot of things that happened during their marriage that I choose not to talk about at this time but I will always cherish those memories.
  After swimming at the sand pits for several hours I had to get home and get ready to go to Birmingham to a concert with my brother and his friend. We were standing in line to get tickets to Montrose and Robin Trower listening to my brothers buddy bitch about coming to the concert. My brother had to talk him into going with us. I think the Quaalude was the kicker that made his decision for him. As we were standing there a gentleman walked up and gave a free ticket to our buddy and we heard no more bitching from him the rest of the night.
  Sunday's were a hassle if you forgot to stock up on beer the day before. We had a couple bootleggers we used when the time arose. It cost us $3 dollars per six pack and gladly paid it. My mind was on, I'll call her Whoopie, most of the time. This was before she and my brother were married. I had never met anyone like her before. She loved to go with us to the swimming holes we frequented. Whether it was The Pot Hole, The Blue Hole, The Sand Pits, floating the river, it did not matter. She would climb those cliffs and jump with us. We even learned to rappell, together. Side by side down a cliff about 160 feet tall. She had balls and that was what attracted me to her. Not the balls, the absence of fear. I dream of those days we spent in the sun. I just want her to know that I had the most fun when she was with me. Whoop, Whoop!!                     theblogmeister 

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