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| Fear and Loathing in the Darkness:
And the escape of the great bitch's pawn
"When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. Sooooo, let's all get drunk and go to heaven!" --Brian O'Rourke
If only such were true. "Sure I'd love for you to come down and visit Loyd a bit short notice but still a good plan we'll use the cabin you can meet some of the locals...And you say Peter might make it also." I said on a Thursday afternoon. "Friday yeah I can do it, and you said you could bring the alcohol...good you know I'll pay you upon arrival." The conversation ended and a feeling of dread began to wash over me a bit too much pressure on such notice. "Get alot of people I'd like to meet your friends." Loyd had said... No problem..."I need a place to stay" Also no problem. A good visit between two friends. I called Miss M and the usual crowd not a good response under such short notice but some were set in going Rick especially. Indeed Rick is a hound for the rot water that we youth are so infatuated by.
"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading." ~ Henny Youngman
I do indeed think that Rick lives by this ,especially when it's free, but then again what's life without a bit of unruly alcohol fun. Loyd and I were not able to contact Peter witch is no surprise at all. Peter likes his solitude even though is a huge socialite. Early Friday morning I awoke to Loyd calling. "Is it ok if my girlfriend comes?" ......Sure... I guess...Why not. I didn't particularly like the girl but what the fuck why be a nazi this far into the game? The rest of the day was littered with calls from Loyd... all of them should have alerted me to the danger at hand. "Is there electricity?" "No propane lights perfect system I assure you Loyd", "Running water?" MY GOD MAN this is camping not a fucking Holiday Inn I thought..."No". "What's the bathroom like?" "It is an outhouse...does it really matter for fucksakes?" "My girlfriend isn't coming you scared her off." Loyd said. GOOD GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE this place was made as a shelter from rain and a place to keep warm in winter not to fucking take your ignorant bitch girlfriend with you I thought..."Oh that's too bad." I am such a bastard...funny I don't care. He
"He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."~Samuel Johnson
5:15 p.m. he should have been here by now. I called Max Daumen ,a good friend of mine, and asked if he wanted to go to dinner with Loyd. I also asked if he was feeling well enough to join us at the cabin. Max had just recovered from a horrible illness that I shall not bring up for focus sake. He agreed to both and I phoned Loyd. "Yeah off to a late start sorry me and Vicky are on the way." So she's coming... no problem... how wrong I was.
Rustic: Of or pertaining to the country; rural; as, the rustic gods of antiquity. Rude; awkward; rough; unpolished; as, rustic manners. Coarse; plain; simple; as, a rustic entertainment; rustic dress. Simple; artless; unadorned; unaffected. An inhabitant of the country, especially one who is rude, coarse, or dull; a clown.
We were behind schedule after we ate. The sun was setting fast and one thing that I hated to do is try to light things in the dark. We arrived just at sundown. As I got the place lit up I heard the words that were Loyd's demise in my mind. "WOW this place is really rustic..." I thought nothing of it but then Loyd and Vicky disappeared. Rick called from town and needed someone to lead him out to the darkness so I sent Max. "Where is the shitter Keith?" "What is your obsession the fucking bathrooms here" I said as I pointed to where it was."This is fucking camping and it beats the shit outta a tent." as I went back into the building . The bad vibe that I thought I had lost was back in full force. I sat down and waited for the inevitable news. "Listen man this place is really rank. I could maybe stay here but there is no way Vicky can stay here" Loyd said "Is there somewhere else we could go and do this?" "No" "Well I hate to say it man, but I think when you buddy comes back me and Vicky are going to head back home"...."Ok fine" I said.TRAVEL 80 something miles to eat at a shitty burger stand and then go home sure go ahead and try. I was quite nice to let you bring your girlfriend even though there weren't going to be any other girls there. No I am a fucking saint to let this girl who... you said didn't like it when you drank with anyone when she wasn't around...you think your free she is slowly but surely changing you... in her subtle little quiet "I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE ANY TROUBLE BABY YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT I'LL BE OK" when you know deep down she is making you choose between you and your obligations. No you sir are weak so I'll let you walk away. I'll slander you a bit but we will still be on good terms ....Just remember that I'll remember. "I'm a bit disappointed but don't worry about it man maybe another time. Let me help you with you things." I said. "Hey man I'm sorry but you kinda candy coated this place when you told me about it. Hell at least I brought you booze" Oh you fuck...Push this bullshit on me will ya and he only got half of my order right "Heh heh ... Yeah thanks" I said. Rick was pulling in just as Loyd was pulling out.Goodbye dear dear pawn whittle away your friends one by one and see how long the bitch stays around. You made your choice and I shall make mine. "So where is the Booze at?" yelled Rick as he got out of the car. "Down at the cabin...Let's go I could use a drink"...I curse my decisions...What ensued will live in infamy to me and Rick.
End of part one
Keith Callahand
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| "Count down from three... Then say 'go'" yelled Gary Weberg. "Then say go" Rick added. The blue neon lights glared on their faces. I was in Rick Moris's car right beside Gary's. Both rice burners both fairly new both very nice machines, considering. "Ok ... THREE....TWO...ONE..GO!" I shouted. At 12:37 am two cars took off as fast on a creepy road out in the sticks. I was for sure that the car I was in was indeed the faster , but suddenly I realized a horrible fact. I think it hit the driver and I about the same time. The little red car that was beside us just seconds before was very far ahead of us. "This pisses me off to no end" Rick cursed as he let off the gas. "How fast did we go?" I asked. It was hard to see much of anything behind aviator sunglasses at night, but I had bought the cursed things for $6.75 just a half hour beforehand and I'd be damned if I didn't get my moneys worth that very night. " We got up to seventy-five" Rick grumbled as he pulled into the park that Gary had just turned into. "Great race man... wow what a rush!" Gary exclaimed as Rick pulled up beside him. I reached over and shook Gary's hand in congradulations. " I know why you won" Rick grinned " It's cause you got that fuckin' muffler taken off. The fumes escape your car alot faster then they do on mine. Give me a week and I'll be damned if you beat me again." " Not my falt the thing fell off" Gary said. Turns out that a car falling apart isn't always a bad thing after all. We said our goodbyes and Gary went home. After a bit of driving around Rick dropped me off at my car. I hadn't seen Rick or Gary for a while before this little excursion Rick especially. It was alot of fun and indeed something worth writting about.
Thats all for now
till next time
Cheers.
Keith Callahand | | |
| Still without work or inspiration. Life moves on. Nothing ever changes. I find my self not liking who I've become but instead hating the person I was. Take that however you want. Until work resumes I will need a new topic to analyze. If not for your sake then for my own minds sake.
Till then
Keith Callahand | | |
| Work over today. Fat single-mom lazy lady #9 did not show. Out by 10:15. Call tomorrow for more work. First thing in the morning. But when is that. No real desire to work. Must however... or at least I think I do. More sweat more toil... More cash. Never enough. Tired. Lost friends today. No real chance of getting paired up with the same two guys again. Get to comfortable too fast. Still alone . Alone as always at work and after work... Not so bad. No one to answear too or is there. Always a catch. Hated by the popular "church" people. Always looked down on and condesended. Not me... not the worst of influences. At least I make few if any false claims about myself... Unlike some. I know what I am doing and the consequeses for everything I do. I feel good. I don't do many things that I feel are wrong, and those that I do I am sorry for and repent for. No one really realizes that, their loss. They missed a genuine person free from all the unspoken and un seen hypocrisies that some I observe have. Not to be a downer mind you just an observation. Mr. Goldman steals and is a wonderful person to his peers. Yet Keith appears friendly and people become suspicious. I guess it's just me. Bad impressions. Those who can see past it are truly something.
Well
Must go
till Next tImE
Cheers,
Keith Callahand | | |
| New site here to tell those stories of my life. Welcome to the blue collar world that I am currently a part of. Mercenaries of the blue collar world...temporaries. Quality is what my employers promise but I have seen the biggest amout of washed up alcoholics, overweight single moms, supposed ex-speed freaks, crack whores, deadbeats, and generally lazy people. Odd how companies make false claims. In the dark ages mercenaries were excellent fighters with no true lord to serve. They made a profit off thier skill...No longer. Not as a temp...No the lowest of the low is all we are. No skills. No hope to make it in the feirce factory world. And for good reason aside from a select few temps are just there to collect a poorly earned check. So they can buy thier drugs... you know the ones they've been missing because they had to detox to get past the drug test they make you take. Yeah factory junkies going nowhere faster than anyone and everyone else. But hey if nothing else it is a learning experience.
More on this later
Till then
Cheers,
Keith Callahand | | |
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