The Workermonkey

Monday, August 02, 2004

something i wrote last night 

# posted by ron @ 8/02/2004 07:03:00 PM

beer just isnt the same anymore. i think back to when we stole beers from our dad's and asked so many people to buy it for us. i remember wanting to get beer so bad that i waited with kolpak outside of a local package store, where anyone entering might know our parents, and asked entering people to buy us a 30-pack. one guy took our cash and came out and handed it back saying "better get going, the guy inside is on to you". the only thing we got going to is the package store in the next town to try the same deal.
now the beer flows like i only dreamed but its just not the same anymore. Getting drunk these days or even having a few with my friends just aint the same. ha, the though of having a few never occurred to the high school self. getting wasted was the only thing on the agenda for me or anyone else it high school. i cant really put my finger on why or how things changed but it has.
one noted time with the drink was when brian and i both stole 3 beers from our dads and had a campfire at my house. we started the fire, waited until we deemed it time that my parents wouldn’t come up for a visit and cracked them. i think i had Rolling Rock and brian had Lone Wolf. we drank the beers, appreciating each and every sip. after the beers were drank we paced off 5 steps from a rock in my yard and buried the bottles. years later at another fire after some beers, we tried unsuccessfully to find these first commerative beers.
the conversation between us was totally open. back then, it seemed like you knew when your friend had a bad shit. now things seem guarded. maybe its just me because i'm at school while most of my close friends aren't close to me, but i feel out of the loop. i guess this is just growing up but frankly, i think it sucks.
i want to be back at area 52.
i want to be back at the boy scout land.
i want to wait 3 weeks with anxiety and excitement about somebody’s parents going away.
i want to get totally and utterly wasted with the old crew, none of this going home bullshit, me included (i'm just as guilty as anyone else).
i had pretty much no worries back then. i played baseball, went to school, rode my bike and got wasted. friends did much the same. it was a tight crew based on location and the desire to get fucked up. i got a little bit of that back in the summer of 2003. no girl, livin' at home, shit job, nothing much to do. kolpak and i had some events to say the least. i believe now that nothing will ever match the tightness of the high school drinking crew.
one night we were going back to kolpak's house to get some weed. we had already had 24 beers a my house and we took kolpak's tauras. turned out to be a big mistake. justin had let the rear brakes go on his car so bad that the pads had actually fallen out. we didn't know it until a day or two later but we took his car anyways. i think the reasoning was to show me how bad they really were. so about 3/4 there justin hits the brakes and the right rear wheel locks up. its funny i remember it was the right wheel considering how drunk i was. we cant drive anymore and we were drunk. the idea was to change the tire. we got out tossed our "road sodas" into the woods and were fucking around with the jack when our friend Franklin came by. He inquired about the problem and then went back to his house, 1/4 mile down the road to get a better jack. we jacked up the car and kicked the tire until it unlocked. justin drove to his house using zero brakes. days later we fixed the problems. we never knew if Franklin knew we were fucked up but it was probably pretty obvious. good times.
one summer vacation with brian's family up at sebago lake, i smuggled a handle of rum and a 30 pack in my clothes. it was an amazing feat. Brian's dad inquired about my masculinity when i handed him three bags of clothes for one week of camping . Both brian and i knew the truth about the contents of the three bags. that was a great vacation. brian and i would head out after dinner around dusk with a few beers, usually four and drink them at a rock on the lake. man, let me tell you that was the fucking best. sitting there looking out on the lake drinking a few beers and just talking about whatever the fuck was on our minds.
one night we went down to the beach but i forgot to bring 2 coke. we had filled up the 20oz up with rum in the tent but i had forgotten to grab the extra soda. we got to the beach and discovered the mix-up. it was too late to back to the campsite because the parents might suspect something so we drank the rum and cokes extra strong that night. i yearn for those days.
nothing can ever re-create those experiences. i mean christ, i can drink a few beers right in front of mine and my friends parents these days without thinking twice. kinda takes the fun out of it eh?
one highschool party at kolpaks house, brian and i decide to go mono-a-mono. this was to decide who could drink the most. we had both in top drinking shape and this was the night. we drank, and drank and drank some more. i woke up in the kitchen on the cold tile floor using the welcome mat as a pillow with eighteen bottlecaps in my shirt pocket. brian woke up wherever with fifteen. i'm not bragging about wining the contest but those are the nights i miss.

2 comments

Whoa. Thats a lot of drinking stories. Ah yes, i feel the same ole pal. It doesnt taste the same, it never will. Remember- dont cry because its over, rejoice because it happened. Theres bigger and better things to look forward to now. Those conversations we use to have were mostly about stupid girls and how we wanted them and how we didnt have them. Our wealth of knowledge has expanded into bigger and better things now. We are happier than we ever were back then. Just because getting high and drunk were the newest and best things in those days, dont mean they have to be now. We have new experiences now to gain joy from.

Good ideas. Maybe you can organize into a story about your drinking experiences or something. Or just pick one of those stories. Or expand the theme of things not being the same, or how they have changed.

By  Brancibeer, at Tuesday, August 03, 2004 12:09:00 AM  

i think reality just slapped its cock across ron's face. I too sometimes yern for the old days but also have found solace in the fact that we no longer have to worry about getting beer or hiding from our parents. Its comforting to be able to relax but i guess the hard work and determination of getting beers made them taste all that much better Its also sort of a revelation to realize that our parents are no different then we are. looney's getting fucking married! the world is catching up to us.

By  Supreme Monkey Overlord, at Tuesday, August 03, 2004 8:43:00 AM  

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