He took his girl into those dark rooms in the back. Hundreds of dollars were blown by the time he came back to find me in a horrifically dark mood at having unlimited drinks on his tab but no other prospects. We were both nearly blacked out as our aggression led us outside of the club.
After binge drinking through the night and the next morning and afternoon I punched my friend in the face for saying something I found offensive. In shock he received multiple punches landed successively and successfully to the face from my fists. When he finally collected himself away from my abuse he took me down in a chokehold for the kill. I stabbed at his face with my keys as I yelled bloody murder. My thumbs were putting pressure in his eye sockets as a random bystander ran from the parking lot and knocked my friend off of me. With bruises and blood on my friends face we took off in my car for Lincoln to see Waylon Jenning’s son, Shooter, play at the Bourbon.
From the interstate I took the turn off airborne into the divide between the interstate and the pull off ramp. As we hit the grass dirt flew in the air and the car made it back onto asphalt as I pulled up to a gas station to fuel up. At the beginning of the concert my friend got kicked out for walking around with a handle of cheap vodka right in the open. He talked with a bum in the alley way as I listened to Jennings sing, “you couldn’t hit country with a baseball bat” and “if that ain’t country you can kiss my ass.”
Into the tailpipe of the rv went the half stick of dynamite. We were running as the explosion went off. An overwhelming boom drove us into the trees. With urgency we were attempting to climb into a tree. Once into the security of the branches I saw a squad car driving at the top of the hill. As my friend swung up onto the top of the first branch the spotlight of the squad car swept the ground and trunks of the trees beneath us.
Blood dripping in spots from my head all the way down my body I stood at Memorial park pleading with a group of older guys not to beat me up. A blonde classmate of mine had smashed a wine glass over my head because I had put my shirt over her head while it was still on my back. Then I walked home as my friend watched from across the street.
