You can't always get what you want
Ahhh yes the Stones.
Well..we found a name for our new dog..JAKE..to be more specific (Joliet) Jake Blues. It took us awhile but we al agreed on it and liked the sound of it.
Story time follows;
I am currently running out of stories but this one is good when I was a youngin'..fifteen I believe.
One of my good friends (Brian) lived on Potaluna Rd. when we were growing up, right where the carwash is today. We would seldom hang out at each others house and watch tv or get into trouble doing something we weren't supposed to be doing..however sometimes we would get away with a good one.
We were supposed to go roller skating at the Galaxy arena so I got a ride to Brians house and he was supposed to drive. This vehicle that we took was in need of some serious electrical work and it was the middle of winter..oh yeah it was on E and we had enough money to get into the Galaxy but nothing else.
When we finally talked his parents into letting him take this truck it was dusk out and getting darker fast. We sped down the road on our way...listening to Motley Crue on the radio and talking and having a good time....
Then it happened..we started to run out of gas so Brian being the genius that he was started swerving back and forth all over the road in a feeble attempt to make it to the Galaxy without getting gas. Needless to say, it was a lost cause and we ended up pulling off the side of the road to get the gas that he had in the back of the truckbed..it wasn't much, but maybe.. just maybe..it would be enough to make it...Oh yeah the electical problem was that the headlights wouldn't work unless the car was running...and this particular truck was one that had no hazards.
So here we are on a somewhat busy road, dressed for roller skating (leather jackets, t-shirts, and jeans) with no lights and no gas. He pulled the gas tank out of the truckbed and poured what was left into the tank...he raised the hood and took the air filter off in an attempt to get gas in the carb too. Then he tried to start it....nothing, then he told me to blow into the gas tank...so I take my leather jacket off, and brace myself for what happened next....I blew and it came out of the tank and all over my face and chest. I said some stuff and he didnt pay much attention and I was just standing there when he tried to start the truck...it started up and he yelled jump in and I was on the driver side..I jumped into the bed of the truck as we road down this dark road....middle of winter...blizzard..-5 or ten without the wind chill..and my leather jacket is in the front seat with the madman who won't stop the truck regardless of what I call him or yell at him.
We started getting low again and then he started with the swerving again... so did I...all over the bed of the truck. This truck didn't have a window in the back (I don't think). So I got a t-shirt on...shirt full of gas and I'm cruisin down this country road doing about 50mph yelling at my friend to pull over before I freeze to death and he just laughed and laughed and kept on driving . To make a long story short..we made it to our destination..I think I got a ride home with someone with a heater in their car..and we just laugh when we talk about it now..it was growing up and it was fun even when it was a little crazy and dangerous.
Well..we found a name for our new dog..JAKE..to be more specific (Joliet) Jake Blues. It took us awhile but we al agreed on it and liked the sound of it.
Story time follows;
I am currently running out of stories but this one is good when I was a youngin'..fifteen I believe.
One of my good friends (Brian) lived on Potaluna Rd. when we were growing up, right where the carwash is today. We would seldom hang out at each others house and watch tv or get into trouble doing something we weren't supposed to be doing..however sometimes we would get away with a good one.
We were supposed to go roller skating at the Galaxy arena so I got a ride to Brians house and he was supposed to drive. This vehicle that we took was in need of some serious electrical work and it was the middle of winter..oh yeah it was on E and we had enough money to get into the Galaxy but nothing else.
When we finally talked his parents into letting him take this truck it was dusk out and getting darker fast. We sped down the road on our way...listening to Motley Crue on the radio and talking and having a good time....
Then it happened..we started to run out of gas so Brian being the genius that he was started swerving back and forth all over the road in a feeble attempt to make it to the Galaxy without getting gas. Needless to say, it was a lost cause and we ended up pulling off the side of the road to get the gas that he had in the back of the truckbed..it wasn't much, but maybe.. just maybe..it would be enough to make it...Oh yeah the electical problem was that the headlights wouldn't work unless the car was running...and this particular truck was one that had no hazards.
So here we are on a somewhat busy road, dressed for roller skating (leather jackets, t-shirts, and jeans) with no lights and no gas. He pulled the gas tank out of the truckbed and poured what was left into the tank...he raised the hood and took the air filter off in an attempt to get gas in the carb too. Then he tried to start it....nothing, then he told me to blow into the gas tank...so I take my leather jacket off, and brace myself for what happened next....I blew and it came out of the tank and all over my face and chest. I said some stuff and he didnt pay much attention and I was just standing there when he tried to start the truck...it started up and he yelled jump in and I was on the driver side..I jumped into the bed of the truck as we road down this dark road....middle of winter...blizzard..-5 or ten without the wind chill..and my leather jacket is in the front seat with the madman who won't stop the truck regardless of what I call him or yell at him.
We started getting low again and then he started with the swerving again... so did I...all over the bed of the truck. This truck didn't have a window in the back (I don't think). So I got a t-shirt on...shirt full of gas and I'm cruisin down this country road doing about 50mph yelling at my friend to pull over before I freeze to death and he just laughed and laughed and kept on driving . To make a long story short..we made it to our destination..I think I got a ride home with someone with a heater in their car..and we just laugh when we talk about it now..it was growing up and it was fun even when it was a little crazy and dangerous.
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But if you try sometimes. You might find. You get what you need.
Mr. Brem has a bad habit of breaking down and abusing his friends and passengers, by making them push.
I often wondered if he just did it for fun. It was a mix of lazyness and control. A Tom Sawer complex, if you will...
Most of his friends are aware of it now so it is much harder for him to get away with it now.
:-)
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