Memories...Part IV.
I hope ya'll had a great Thanksgiving. We had a BUNCH of friends and family up for the day and we are just now getting back to normal from the experience!
Back To The Story....
Even though I had already received a measure of revenge, part of me wanted MORE. I really wanted to stay and do more damage to those assholes but, what with all the gunfire and screaming, I decided that it was time to promptly haul our asses out of there.
We headed out the door and were running for the car when quite unexpectedly, several shots were fired behind us! We had just reached the car when Steve swung around and unleashed lord knows how many rounds from his pistol. The guy who had fired the shots from the house, ducked back inside and we took off like the proverbial bats out of hell!
All three of us were speechless for several miles as Grunt drove steadily away from the crime scene. I can’t really describe what happened next other than to say that we took turns making strange noises. Not much in the way of communication….just sounds. Whoops, hollers, heavy expulsions of breath, ‘Oh mans’, ‘holy shits’.
No real discussion for quite awhile.
We made it back to downtown Myrtle Beach and Grunt pulled into the parking lot of a little bar we used to hang out at called “The Place”. As he switched off the engine and the car continued to vapor lock and chug awhile, Steve reached out and clapped me on the shoulder from the rear seat.
“Well…..what are we gonna do next man?” He laughed. “Gonna be hard to outdo THAT shit dude!”
We looked at each other for a bit and finally began laughing.
Minutes later we were sitting at a table in the darkened bar congradulating ourselves over how we had handled the whole situation. Oh yeah.....we were BAD! Nobody could mess with us and get away with it!!
Is there any animal on the face of God's green earth dumber than a young man?
I don't think so.
Anyway.....
As we spoke, we agreed that no one at the redneck house knew who we were. No one knew our names. We were pretty sure that no one had gotten the tag number of the car. Hell…no one had been hurt any worse than I had been beaten up by THEM so…what the hell? It was strictly a case of ‘tit for tat’ so, even though we were still jacked up by the experience, we weren’t anticipating any real trouble. Of course we expected the possibility of more trouble from the rednecks if we crossed trails with them again but, other than that…we figured we were free to laugh, kid and joke about the event.
For anyone experienced in real life in general or MY LIFE in particular….well, you know that it just wasn’t THAT simple!
The remainder of the night passed uneventfully.
The next day, I was sitting beside the pool at the Firebird motel visiting a few friends who were staying there. I remember that someone had a radio cranked up and we were listening to the music.
A storm was said to be approaching and everyone was keyed up about how bad the weather was going to be in the next few days. Hurricanes have always been closely followed by east coast beach goers and we were hungry for weather updates. So….. that was my mindset when the music stopped and the DJ began talking.
“We’ll have the latest on the rough weather heading our way but first…….a shockingly brutal armed robbery last night on the Grand Strand"
I can still remember thinking, “Damn man! That kind of crap doesn’t happen around here. That’s horrible!”
The announcer continued
Three heavily armed men broke into a rental house on Terrace Street last night and wounded several people in the home. A yet to be determined amount of money and personal items were stolen before the gunmen fled leaving behind an unbelievable scene of carnage.” He intoned.
Well damn! We were all shocked to hear of such a thing happening in Myrtle Beach! What the hell was this world coming to?
The DJ went on to give a description of the assailants as well details about the getaway vehicle. By the time he got around to describing the rusted door on Grunts old clunker car, I was almost physically ill!
Dear God!
THEY was US!!
Never before or since have I felt so completely terrified. Armed robbery? Wounded people? Carnage?
What the HELL was going on?
I don’t recall what happened next in any great detail but I DO remember thinking that everyone at the pool knew EXACTLY who the announcer was speaking of!
I slinked away from the scene like a scared cat.
Back in those days, news of an armed robbery in Myrtle Beach was closely akin to the Manson Murders in L.A. or, at least it seemed so to me at the time. Everyone seemed to be talking about it and it was all over the tv, radio and newspaper. Thank God there was no internet back then!
I felt like the most wanted man in America even though I was certain that only two other people knew that I was connected to the heinous crime we had supposedly committed.
I HAD to find Grunt and Steve so that we could get put our mostly empty heads together and figure out what we were going to do!
To Be Continued………..
Back To The Story....
Even though I had already received a measure of revenge, part of me wanted MORE. I really wanted to stay and do more damage to those assholes but, what with all the gunfire and screaming, I decided that it was time to promptly haul our asses out of there.
We headed out the door and were running for the car when quite unexpectedly, several shots were fired behind us! We had just reached the car when Steve swung around and unleashed lord knows how many rounds from his pistol. The guy who had fired the shots from the house, ducked back inside and we took off like the proverbial bats out of hell!
All three of us were speechless for several miles as Grunt drove steadily away from the crime scene. I can’t really describe what happened next other than to say that we took turns making strange noises. Not much in the way of communication….just sounds. Whoops, hollers, heavy expulsions of breath, ‘Oh mans’, ‘holy shits’.
No real discussion for quite awhile.
We made it back to downtown Myrtle Beach and Grunt pulled into the parking lot of a little bar we used to hang out at called “The Place”. As he switched off the engine and the car continued to vapor lock and chug awhile, Steve reached out and clapped me on the shoulder from the rear seat.
“Well…..what are we gonna do next man?” He laughed. “Gonna be hard to outdo THAT shit dude!”
We looked at each other for a bit and finally began laughing.
Minutes later we were sitting at a table in the darkened bar congradulating ourselves over how we had handled the whole situation. Oh yeah.....we were BAD! Nobody could mess with us and get away with it!!
Is there any animal on the face of God's green earth dumber than a young man?
I don't think so.
Anyway.....
As we spoke, we agreed that no one at the redneck house knew who we were. No one knew our names. We were pretty sure that no one had gotten the tag number of the car. Hell…no one had been hurt any worse than I had been beaten up by THEM so…what the hell? It was strictly a case of ‘tit for tat’ so, even though we were still jacked up by the experience, we weren’t anticipating any real trouble. Of course we expected the possibility of more trouble from the rednecks if we crossed trails with them again but, other than that…we figured we were free to laugh, kid and joke about the event.
For anyone experienced in real life in general or MY LIFE in particular….well, you know that it just wasn’t THAT simple!
The remainder of the night passed uneventfully.
The next day, I was sitting beside the pool at the Firebird motel visiting a few friends who were staying there. I remember that someone had a radio cranked up and we were listening to the music.
A storm was said to be approaching and everyone was keyed up about how bad the weather was going to be in the next few days. Hurricanes have always been closely followed by east coast beach goers and we were hungry for weather updates. So….. that was my mindset when the music stopped and the DJ began talking.
“We’ll have the latest on the rough weather heading our way but first…….a shockingly brutal armed robbery last night on the Grand Strand"
I can still remember thinking, “Damn man! That kind of crap doesn’t happen around here. That’s horrible!”
The announcer continued
Three heavily armed men broke into a rental house on Terrace Street last night and wounded several people in the home. A yet to be determined amount of money and personal items were stolen before the gunmen fled leaving behind an unbelievable scene of carnage.” He intoned.
Well damn! We were all shocked to hear of such a thing happening in Myrtle Beach! What the hell was this world coming to?
The DJ went on to give a description of the assailants as well details about the getaway vehicle. By the time he got around to describing the rusted door on Grunts old clunker car, I was almost physically ill!
Dear God!
THEY was US!!
Never before or since have I felt so completely terrified. Armed robbery? Wounded people? Carnage?
What the HELL was going on?
I don’t recall what happened next in any great detail but I DO remember thinking that everyone at the pool knew EXACTLY who the announcer was speaking of!
I slinked away from the scene like a scared cat.
Back in those days, news of an armed robbery in Myrtle Beach was closely akin to the Manson Murders in L.A. or, at least it seemed so to me at the time. Everyone seemed to be talking about it and it was all over the tv, radio and newspaper. Thank God there was no internet back then!
I felt like the most wanted man in America even though I was certain that only two other people knew that I was connected to the heinous crime we had supposedly committed.
I HAD to find Grunt and Steve so that we could get put our mostly empty heads together and figure out what we were going to do!
To Be Continued………..
posted by Rantin' Ron | 11:33 PM
6 Comments:
Hope you don't mind... I posted a link to this on my blog.
And, for Mick's new post, too.
You guys are somethin' else!
TOO good... heh.
And the plot thickens! I can't wait to hear the NEW plan y'all came up with. Geez,Ron, a body would need special life insurance to hang out with you!Like those daredevils get, you know like Evel Knievel...
No honey, there is NO CREATURE dumber than a young man. None.
Uh... Ron? I may have had some weird shit happen to me, but there has NEVER been any loaded weapons involved... well... except for that one small incident back in High School, but that's it... I swear!! But that will come out in another story...
Jean...of course I don't mind that you mentioned me on your blog. I'm honored. Thanks alot. You're a sweetheart.
Rocky...yep, you're right. There were some wierd times back then. Thankfully, I'm MUCH smarter now. OR maybe just tired!
LL...Hey girl. Glad to see you dropped by!
Mick...Being a young Southern boy is a dangerous thing ain't it? All balls, no brains!
Yep, nothing dumber than a young man even if he did join the army just out of early graduation from high school. Think of teenage young men with automatic weapons, training on how to use them with grenades and mortars including first aid for such things as 'sucking chest wounds'. Then you realize why free men do not trust the government to do anything right. Yep, another weird response from Al of Alnot who finds your stories entertaining even if he does enjoy wonderful worship services at the new church he is going to. Peace that passes all understanding to you and yours Ron.
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