None of what im going to say ever happened and is not based on actual events. It is only fiction..
The year was 1974 the stones are playing on the radio, to my right ridding shotgun is tony the wop and sitting in the back seat is denis the Mexican and ron the cop unsure of his racial background. We are tripping on liquid acid and coked out of our minds, we have trunk full of guns, 2onces of pot 5 cases of some low grade beer, a 1/4ounce of cocaine and we are going over 110 mph with the top down discarding the used beer cans into street.
We are on our way to ocean city to terrorize the locals, and man was everyone looking at this bunch going down the highway. It’s a 4hour ride for us, anyone else it would have taken 6hours, but we were young and full of a large array of drugs, it wasn’t long till ron started to feel like the devil had ripped his soul out and he was going 110 mph straight to hell. So of course the others tried to calm him down by talking about the strangest sickest things a human mind could think of only to send the poor boy into a complete state of panic, after a few minutes of crying he pulled his service revolver out and began shooting at clouds road signs, trees and anything that was changing into the shape of devil.
Tony was busy trying to read a map that was covered in beer and other strange sticky substances not that he understood what the hell he was reading, but he seemed to be amazed and the lines and colors of the map and it kept him from messing with the radio, so I was happy.
Now denis he was quite most of the time, but after a few lines of coke he wanted to talk about baseball, so here I am doing everything in my power to keep this beast of a car on the goddam road with 3 drug crazed maniacs screaming, shooting, crying and hearing baseball statistics being shouted into the air.
Anyway many more violations had been committed by the time we hit the boardwalk on the ocean, now we only had to check into a room, and of course none of us could speak to another human being on the side of the sane.
But luckily by this time Ron was having a profound Jesus experience so he was chosen to get the room, our only hope was that they mistake this drugged out maniac for a Jesus freak, and it worked the hotel clerk bought the story hook line and sinker. We now had a room, we woke up at around 4pm the next morning, ready to take on the whole strip. Those were great times and we only made it out alive by the grace of god a police badge and the skin of our teeth, of course the car was totaled and we ran out of money way to soon, but I would do it all over again. Or maybe I wouldn’t.
None of what I said ever happened and is not based on actual events. It is only fiction created in my mind. For your entertainment only.
