Hot Whiskey

 

 

I remember sittin in my ’72 Dodge Dart in the summer of 1980 in Dallas with the metal buttons of the upholstery burnin into my back. I reached down under the seat and drug out a hot pint of whiskey and took a quick pull. I tried to get a bowl goin before I took out for home. I was sixteen. I miss that car sometimes.

I remember the summer of 1978. Me and Billy Ray would take off hitchhikin to Wichita Falls. He had family in Henrietta. I liked Wichita. I could get into the BYOB titty joints there. We’d go to Corky’s and over to Tweety’s Hideaway, and then we’d go toLake Arrowhead to hang out with the Scorpions and ski in that mudhole. Back in Henrietta we’d smoke dope and dig through his grandmother’s shed to find the spirals Billy Ray’s dad had filled with notes when he was trippin years before. One time Billy Ray, Donny and Ralph stole a huge tank of nitrous from the Henrietta Hospital and brought it back to Irving. I’ve always told folks I was in on that. I don’t know where I was. I heard the stories and liked them, so I related them as if I was there. Got to be that I couldn’t tell the difference.

I miss Bill sometimes. He was my best friend for a while. He was one of those guys that was cool to know at 13, cause his parents got high. He loaned me his copy of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. He got me started smokin Pall Mall reds cause I never had smokes of my own. One Halloween night I fucked his sister in my mother’s den while he was laid up with Roger Partain’s sister across the room. His date had scabs on her face, but other than that I’m sure she was a good piece of ass by Bill's standards of the time. His sister Becca was only like the third girl I’d ever screwed, and I busted my nut in like 15 seconds. I never had sex with Bill, and I don’t think I ever contemplated it. I fucked his mom when I was 19 or so. I’m not sure how that came about. I don’t imagine I
rocked her world too much with my sexual prowess either. She looked like Mary Tyler Moore. I kept thinkin about Bill as a baby when I was eatin her snatch. Kinda fucked it up for me.

I remember the time that Bill stole a shitload of triple-beam scales from the high school. It was rainin like a motherfucker. He walked along the windows in the science wing and knocked them out one by one. The scales were just lined up for the takin on the shelf inside the window. He’d bust a window and grab a couple and walk on to the next. He went back to his apartment right off campus with what must have been 15 or so piled high in his arms. I admired the balls it took to do that.

I think Bill works for the State now as a highway inspector. He got married to a nice girl. They had a truckload of kids. The last time I saw him he was livin in Jolly, TX out by Lake Arrowhead on 25 acres. His grandmother lost her mind and passed away. His mom, the last time I saw her, looked much older and had moved to North Carolina with some biker, I think. The last time I saw Becca was in 1989. She was dancin in a titty joint on Scott St in Wichita. She’d been hangin with the Scorpions so much that she didn’t like to get fucked unless she got slapped around a little first. We didn’t have sex; we just smoked some speed. It was cold as hell, I remember that. She was one of those girls who would sit down on the john with the bathroom door open and talk to me while she took a piss. We got along pretty good. I wonder what all those folks are doin nowadays?

2 July 1999