Here devildude I have another one you will enjoy.. about ten years ago I had 3 friends. all 3 were achoholics..greatest guys in the world... but they were slaves to the booze..
Now while there is no humor in that ..humorous situations can arise ...
The one guy had a real nice lake home, saunas, speed boat, bass boat the works.. well we all got together one night partying.
Well Robert the guy that owns the house is a pretty mellow guy.. but he was in Vietnam war and had old ghosts that haunted him..and that was the root of his drinking problem.. but he maintained pretty well throughout the work week , was a great cook , handsome guy , financially succesful but could never hold a woman to long because of booze..
Doug was a bum..literally a bum and boozer.. his wife left him years ago and he never got over it.. we never could give him a swift kick in the rear , that he need to move on with his life.. instead he relived the "pain" of divorce by drinking constantly and thinking about it constantly.. Doug was a real joy to have around ..lol..
He literally was homeless..because he wanted it that way.. sometimes he would rent a cheap room at a dive motel or check into a homeless shelter to cleanup and sober up for a few days to a week or so..
problem was he wasnt a very good bum either and had some great stories.. he was living in California and decided he was going to bum a ride on a train one day and head to texas.. well he made it OK to about denver then had to hop another train...anyways.. he hops on this train .. only to discover it is a coal train. he is riding on top of a car loaded down with coal... so here is this train doing 50 miles an hour down the tracks and this black coal dust is flying all over him..he is getting covered in coal dust..
Now this is also November..and our middle class idiot that thinks he is now mr hobo .. realizes its getting real freaking cold.. ..thats right he hitched a ride on the wrong train.. he wasnt headed south ..he was headed north.. :laugh:
Next thing you know the train stops in some small town ..he is frozen stiff covered with a layer of coal dust .. the small town cops see him a pick him up.. and welcome him to Minnesota :laugh:
They let him go the next day.. he makes it to Saint Cloud... and begins his new life as a total boozing loser ..
Terry is a full blood native american.. well our Indian friend was adoted by white parents and raised middle class white life.. but Robert ever questioning who he is and his roots decides to go live on the reservation in search of his heritage .. well what he discovers is that mostly the reservation life is a life of dead ends.. and that he isnt going to find himself there.. and that he may never find himself.. he wants to be one thing but realizes he is something else .. he is a now a full grown man with middle class america White views !.. but he looks inthe mirror and see's a chief.. and he cant reconcile that which he wants to be ..with that who he is.. so he drinks and is a boozer because he cant move.. he cant move away from what he is and he cant move to who he wants to be ..so he boozes instead..
..On to the story ..we are at Roberts lake house ..so the boozing is going pretty well, a few cases are history the women are already feed up and have headed back into town and (well all except our butch lady friend Sandy ) ..
before you know it it's 6 am and someone gets a wild hair that this is the best time to fish.. (and it is actually) ...so the four of us grab all the essentials..eeerrr the BEER and a few fishing poles and head out the back door to the dock and load up the boat..all 4 of us are pretty well boozed up.. bloodshot eye's swaying back and forth .. (thats on land...were not in the boat yet) .. tripping on stuff dropping things.. loud obnoxious and goofy..
Well we finally make it out on the lake.. laughing ,swearing still dropping shit, Roberts pissing out the side of the boat and we hear this load moaning noise..mr indian try's to BS us that it's 2 bears mating .. were all laughing , he cant get the minnow on his hook and drops his rod and reel in the lake , we are along a weed line ...and about that time we hear another boat approaching..
DNR ! (the wildlife cops lol)
they pull up along side us..
He asked to see our fishing Licenses ..doug dosent have a home let alone a fishing license, , the indian claimed as a native american he wasnt required to have one :lol: ..Robert and I pass the DNR guy ours ..
Someone explains Terry just dropped his fishing gear and that we wer ejusting heading back in .. Terry (the indian) weighs in around 300 lbs and was bent over the boat trying to drag his fishing gear in out drink..the big crack in his arse sticking out like the overweight plumbers working on your sink..
Robert comes over to help Terry and bends over to reach the fishing pole and his eye glasses fall off his face into the lake..
and in the distant we keep hearing this load animal moaning..
the DNR guy starts laughing and says he is going to be back in a 1/2 hour and when he returns expects NOT to see us .. :laugh:
.. Doug caught a train out of town one day..said he was going back to calidfornia....we always assumed that probably meant he ended up in Mexico, or New Jersy :lol:
Robert , leaving a bar fender bendered another car in the bars lot.. decides he cant spend 6 months in jail and puts a bullet to his head..
that one hurt like hell.. but I'm glad he decided it would be his life and not someone elses'(killing someone while driving drunk) because he couldnt make the ghosts of vietnam go away no mater how much he drank.
Terry , is a chemical dependancy counsoler on a reservation in Northern Minnesota ..
Thats all folks..
