dawn

There was one story, we were teenagers and riding in the back of a friend’s little pickup truck, little Chevy s10..

For some reason or another, the truck owner had these cases of soda in the back with us, 3 or four 12 packs.

We stopped at a gas station and this car pulled up, some burly and angry man exited the shit box car, cursed at the female driver and stumbled into the store.

While he was inside, the woman peeled out, fucking bounced, deserted this drunk and clearly aggressive man.

He looks around, he looks at Crystal and I , cold chilling with two other dudes in the back of this little truck,out in the sticks, some real redneck shit.

He points…

“What the fuck are YOU looking at??? I’ll fucking kill you!!!”

I grinned and cocked my head towards him.

I hear ya man,,, I was probably 17, A few towns over for band practice,, I told the driver,,”let’s get him”

The drunk man cursed and screamed, started marching up the road with his 12 pack.

“Alright guys look, everybody grab two cans, we’re gonna pull up beside him and throw these cans at him”

And we did.

With that teenage arm, four asshole kids tucked into a truck bed, each holding two rounds of projectile pain.

One of the cans I hit him with exploded, it was hard to tell because the whole thing happened so fast, he fell over, the driver sped off, and we laughed…. deeply.

Chicken shit attack? Sure.

But what’s the moral of the story?

You probably shouldn’t tell strangers that you’re going to kill them, especially grunge teenagers ,full of piss and vinegar , I remember the weight of the can and the arc of the throw.

Karma? Justice?

I don’t know.

I know that was an angry man, and I’d bet anything that he was making life hard for anyone around him. Got hit with a bunch of cans of SunDrop, yes he did,,,yes he did.

The spirit of the youth is a particular spirit,

And if hell were real?

That would be one of many stories I’d have to tell at the gates, fucking pummeling some drunk rage monster with cans of soda,,

We got him though.

Kinda funny, kinda sad,, all real.

Not David and Goliath but Goliath and the next generation, in a squad with ammo, here to fuck shit up.

I bet he was sore the next day.

Not cool behavior , just young shit.