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The Bracelet...Pt. 9 by Philly
Guess we need to name this chapter "Bowling Green Blues" cause everything else went to shit once I got there. This was a damned disastrous weekend. There was one obvious hidden, subliminal message that I had no choice but to act on that, I hope, will some day pay off as a positive move. Maybe I ought to let a sleeping dog rest and not be so opinionated about what all happened this round. This would be a perfect sounding box on my part to be able to explain a lot of things that these assholes around here need to know to understand what REALLY went down but frankly, My Dear Muthuh, I don't give a damn if they get the picture or not!! I sleep very well at night already.
To make this short story short - testosterones were flowing quite heavily that night because I was talking to a good friend from a neighboring city who came up to tell me that he had heard I survived a helluva wreck. Someone from my hometown decided for me that I shouldn't be talking to him. I was already in a lot of pain from my wreck by now and was so embarrassed and fed up with "homeboy" and how he was acting towards me and what he eventually did to my buddy that I had to pack my camp up early the next morning and ride ole' Slider home without seeing not one freaking race!! I did it for idiot homeboy cause I knew if I didn't get him out of there early, they would surely get him back good later on that next night. Shit was getting deep.
My buddy didn't have any of his buddies around when all that took place and I knew what would be coming. I knew homeboy (no folks - I'm not black - just don't know of any other way to get this guy across to you) would follow me out of there and ride back home with me so after everybody (including idiot) watched me pack my shit up in pain - I put my helmet on and rode that 300 mile trip home with no windshield, a duct taped fairing, no passing lights or blinkers, no tourpak (it disintegrated), bungee cords holding saddlebag lids closed, a cut beltdrive and a flat spot on my rear tire an inch and a half long. I wear contacts and I thought he'd never get me home. I love ole Slider!!
I couldn't wait to get home though. First thing I did was soak in a tub of warm water. The night before sleeping in that tent was murder!! I hurt so bad and didn't sleep any because of it. Homeboy came by everyday to help me change out my bandages and I'm grateful to him for that. For the first time in my life, I needed to depend on somebody to help me but I couldn't stand to look at him for what he did up in Bowling Green.
Then I got out my pen and paper and wrote to my Zuni's. I had to get that bracelet back to them ASAP!! "Kelly" said that he made copies of my letter and hung it in up in all the craftsmen's shops. They reworked the same piece of silver and it took my breath away when I first saw it again - it's just beautiful!! I want to get some tank emblems worked up with the same type of stone inlay for Slider one of these days. How appropriate that would be.
Well, I've spent most of my rainy weekend in front of this computer and now I'm going to go do something else to work the knots out of my body. Next time I write, I'll tell you about what I discovered when I went back to the crash site three weeks later. Goodnight.
Philly
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