1962-63. You're probably tired of seeing words about Jesse “White Trash” James! Well, it's Monday, and Rat's here to tell you about some long ago tales.
Back in the day, I didn't have much time for girls. Had a job and a car I loved to race. Speed costs money- how fast you wanna go!?! I knew at my age you couldn't have both. Oh, I liked how the girls looked, smelled, and jiggled when they walked. Giggled when they talked! Hey we got a song here. I was leather, smoke and sweat. Girls were lace, perfume, and sweet.
Anyhoo... with a reputation, this bad boy smoked, drank, drove a loud, fast car. Most girls were afraid of me. This was when birth control was the condom you kept in your billfold!! Good girls would stay away from me. It
was more than I wanted to deal with at any time. They were full of “whys”. Why do you smoke? Why do you drink? Why is your car so loud? You can't hear me! About then I would point to the sticker on my dash. It read: SIT DOWN, SHUT UP and HANG ON! Girls were practicing for wedlock. I was only interested in the honeymoon part... I didn't have the time to find a steady girl. After seein' what happened to my friends that went
together, them “Steady Freddy” guys had to ask their 'SWEETIES' for permission to piss! UNH UH! I likedmy freedom!! With places to go, people to....aw, you know how it goes!
Friday nights usually were spent cruzin'. Watch the home football game for awhile, pick up a sweetie- they always had a fat friend who had to come along- find a party. Usually somebody had permission to set up in Grampa's woods where we could drive in, get the fatty “bombed”, and leave her at the bonfire party. Set up a drag race (“Here's $20 if your Momma's car can beat this old Ford of mine). Look for a “makeout” place, if she was still in the car. I kept beer in my trunk for me; the Sweeties liked the flavored Vodka drink...lime and orange were popular back in the day. If I heard “No, don't!” too many times, I took them back to the party. It was just a whole lotta fun!
My twin sister transferred to my school. She was really popular. My twin told me of a teacher's daughter who was buggin' her about me. This girl had developed some kinda crush on me and would ask my sister for info: Did I know who she was? Did I like her? Would I date her? This all had to be on the sly. Her name was Paula, a good girl. I liked slutty girls. Yeah I know! She musta been in some kinda rebellion! Her mother also worked at the school and they were Lutheran Republicans!! I had been raised a Catholic Democrat. We had elected Jack Kennedy, an Irish Catholic. The Nuns told us we shouldn't marry anyone who wasn't Catholic, white, and right. Hell, I didn't want to marry! This here “Tete-a-Tete” didn't stand a chance.
The night finally came that we got together. I picked her up at the home football game. She sat as close as she could, with her legs on each side of the floor shifter. We cruzed for a while, when Paula suggested we go to her house.
“My folks left for the weekend, and my brother is playing in the game”.
By this time I was ready. She had my interest, albeit against my better judgment. We went to her house.
“Come on, follow me. We have an extra bedroom in the basement”.
It was a walkout, which I'm happy to say, would save my young ass. Getting to the bedroom, she had stripped down to her panties and bra. Seeing this I quit listening to the voice that would save my life many times. I slipped my boots off, she had pulled my tee shirt over my head, for some unknown reason I left my jeans on.
Laying beside her, she took my hand and put it where Religion, Wars, Births, Deaths, Pain, Agony, Utopia, Songs, Poetry, Books, Ballads, Sadness, Madness, Gladness,and Children come from!!!
Standing up to remove my jeans, I froze. Terror grabbed my nuts. I had heard the door upstairs open. Footsteps. Two people!
”Oh Paula! Are you down there?”
“Yes Mother, with friends- they are staying over!”
By then I was COMPLETLY DRESSED! ”Can I get out that sliding door?” I whispered. “Your old man hates me. I gotta go. Get upstairs and keep them away from the windows...Hey, your dog's outside the door!”
“Oh, Red likes you!”
Sliding the door open, I ran across the yard, the Irish Setter running alongside me barking.
“Go home, Red!”
I had left my car on the street, knowing better than to park in the driveway. Hopping in, I pushed the clutch in and coasted down the hill. Nearing the bottom I turned the key, popped the clutch. The motor fired. Looking in the rearview mirror, the Irish Setter was chasing me. I opened my door, slid to a stop. Red hopped in panting. Using the drive-up phone near the laundromat I called Paula- she had her own number.
”Are you ok?” she asked.
”Yeah. Come outside. I got your dog.”
“I'll be there in a sec.”
I saw her standing at the end of the driveway in jeans and sweatshirt along with her two friends- where had these two been hiding??? Coasting to a stop, opening the door for Red, Paula pleaded “I'm so sorry. Mom got sick so they came home”.
”Yeah, that's how it goes! I'm going back to the party.”
Kissing me on the lips, she said “I'll see you later!”
I wouldn't see her ever again. Singh Loi! Rat