Hairy Roadtrip
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
Just so you know, I’m as red blooded and testosterone driven as any not quite 30 year old man ... and thirty is coming so ... I guess I need to prove something ... I don’t know what it is ... but as soon as I know, I’ll let you know ... probably by the HOWL!
I played nice ... they said my concussion was cured and let me out. The centerfold was there to pick me up and take me to her crib. Her daddy wanted to shake my hand. I wished I’d driven another way that day.
Heroes don’t know they are until it’s over ... truly over. After the adrenalin wears off and the shakes quit ... then the hero says to himself...
Well ... That was stupid. You idiot! Almost got us killed.
I suppose that the true hero ... the guy who knows and does it anyway ... gets acclimated to doing stupid dumb shit. It’s training. Training says, We do it THIS way. And he does it THAT way over and over until muscle memory takes over.
I didn’t have any of that.
I didn’t know the centerfold of the year was in the passengers seat of a burning car. I saw a need and fixed it.
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!
Just because my punishment is a shorty curvy maroon Redhead with dancers legs and an ass to cause extreme jealousy in her peer group doesn’t mean I was happy about it.
That’s not to say I’m unhappy about it ... but I could be happier.
So ... I met dear old Dad. Shook his hand and got a hug ... then he tried to buy me off.
“It’s pretty simple,” he said. “You file for common law divorce ... Something?”
“Why would I apply for common law divorce ... I’m not married.”
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