As you would guess from story 2, My luck ran out. It left me. It was too much of a challenge to keep me out of trouble . I remember 15yrs old with mom's, (of course she didn't know about it) VW, driving to a dance,(we called em dances back then:), Driving past the entrance with car load of friends,cops everywhere,No problem.Earlier that year ,First day of school, I was given my schedule of classes and I decided to register for a study hall instead of a gym class. My grades went way up. I passed every test and my homework was always done. And after that little incident in story 2 the halls were much quieter. Could everybody be afraid of getting their nose punched?
Then our keyboard player got busted selling cold pills to a narco. The drummers parents wouldn't let him play with us anymore. And I kinda hit a tree in front of the liquor store, Then I couldn't see the girl anymore. Life was over. Everything went to crap again.
No Band, My brother cut my hair off , The cops gave me a bunch of tickets. Still had to wash the dishes wearing the hair net at school, But with my new, hacked off by my army brother, hair-doo . It would stick out through the net looking funnier than ever. The Waffle-Waffle-Waffle chanting was non stop. But That's Okay cus I'm Graduating !
Right? Slight snag. The principle calls me in and says I failed gym class. So? I wasn't frail. And no one physically picked on me, and figured I was more physically educated than the other kids. I'll take 2 gym classes at the next school, but NO,I will have to walk 4 miles back to jr. high school. Take over the gym class and have lunch here, which meant dishes and hairnet. Then hike back to the high school every day. That was it ! I'm Running away!!!
I informed my lover of my plan. I had an address in New York City . 111 east 14th st. and that's where I'm goin !
She was on board with it ! We would meet at 10 pm. near her house and go to the bus station. I sold all my stuff, I had 65 dollars.The nite came. It was starting to get a little clammy. I'm waiting, and she's not coming out. A thick fog turns to a cold drizzle, so I hid my bag on some ones porch to keep it dry. She finally shows up with make up, a dress, High heels? Says she didn't want to be recognized. So we start walking to the bus station and I stop by the porch to get my bag and its not there. A lady opens the door and shouts out,"whatayah runnin away to the army? I'm callin the police". So now were running, kind of, to the bus station. We got there and I bought two tickets to New York City,just after the bus left. But there was another coming though around 2am. So we waited. We were the only people in the station that night and it started to snow. About 1am, two Ratz, (that's what we called them, They called themselves that) ,came in and wanted to know if anyone wanted to ride with them to NYC. These guys wore black leather with chains sewn on their jackets w long sideburns and spikes sticking out everywhere, I said Yeah!! I returned the tickets and we were off. The car was so old , It had wooden spokes on the tires. But it was pretty big and comfortable with bench seats and a flap that would raise in front of the windshield for the heat to work. It snowed at least 8 to 10 inches we were the only car on the road. We fishtailed all the way across the bridge into New York, right to east 14th street and dropped us off. But Linda left her purse in the car. Now we both have nothing. I go up to the door and there is 100 door bells. Thus begins story #4. Thanks for reading.