Wednesday, March 9, 2011
To be honest most guessed correct, the leprechaun was a sort of a lie. Most of you wanted to know more about my truths so be the kind person I am I will divulge a bit more. In order as presented here is the real story.
Truth: Lynyrd Skynyrd, my cousin was the piano player who recently passed away from a heart attack. One of the original members and when I first met the band Ronnie was still the lead singer. Seeing that 45 minute jam session has stayed with me to this day. I love jam sessions. (Sorry Mary)
Truth: Climb out a truck window. Ms. Twister and I were being harassed on an interstate with few exits by a car load of redneck men. My weapon was in the back. At the time I did not think much of it but again, later we laughed our butts off at how stupid that was. My weapon was a blackjack, which meant I had to get close enough to hit them with it for the thing to be of use.
Truth: Skinny dipping. It was 80 degrees @ 9pm, we had already played 4 games that day and the pool just called to us. When I fell off the fence I caught my foot on the barb, ripped a huge chunk off, thank goodness I had pre-numbed myself, and I just laughed. My lesson: drinking tequila and then playing in the heat the next day has the same effect as drinking it the first time. But I made the tourney team.
Lie: I did not catch a leprechaun but I went out with one or least my version of what a leprechaun is. He was sort of like that demented little creature from the movie of the same name. Needless to say it was a very short ONE time date.
Truth: I was given a thoroughbred horse. Apparently the poor thing could not run well on deep tracks. Thoroughbreds are not always understood and therefore are not treated the best. My dad does not like horses; this horse knew it and bit him. He made the guy come and take it back. Funny thing, the horse was sold in a claiming race and went on to race just fine.
There you have the stories behind the truths and lies. I do wish to stress that most all of the wild antics took place in my oat sowing years. I’m older, have the utmost respect for tequila and instead of a blackjack; I now carry a 9mm. I’m too old to be climbing from trucks and with a bad shoulder… ah, just shoot them.
Happy hump day and Peace …