Hammered

What should you get rid of, that would make your new year better, and why?
I could use a new bed, as the one that I am sleeping on is about 8 years old now and of course when I get a new one, the old one must go.

What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?
One time, I dove off of a cliff, but this may have been more stupid than brave, however I would qualify it as daring as my friends dared me.  It was Anthony’s birthday and Ed, Jack my brother, myself and Anthony, or ray face as we liked to call him, all went to this bar and we got hammered drinking shots and beer.  This was one day when I wasn’t driving as we went in Ed’s Chevelle and after our stop at the tavern, we went for a cruise.  The tunes were blasting, but I actually can’t remember everything that we were listening to, but I know it was rocking.  This was May 1972 and rat face was turning 18, so if it was the radio it was probably the Stones ‘Tumbling Dice’, or Paul Simon’s ‘Me and Julio’, or Elton’s ‘Rocket Man’, but the one song that I do remember was the Allman Brothers ‘Midnight Rider’, because I was singing, “I’ve got one more silver dollar, but I’m not gonna let ‘em catch me, no
not gonna let ‘em catch the midnight rider.”  We may have heard ‘Midnight Rider’ in the bar and we could have been listening to some Dead in the car, but none of this is important to the story.

Ed saved three joints of this killer pot for Anthony’s birthday and we smoked two of them in the car and we finally ended up on Johnston Drive in Watchung, NJ, a place that everyone referred to as 13 bumps.  There is a crazy story that says these thirteen bumps were put in the road for the thirteen witches that once lived there, but the real reason is that they were added to the end of this twisting down hill road to slow speeders down and prevent accidents.  We used to drive over them and everyone in the car would bounce around a bit, which was always fun.

Just before you get to the bumps, depending on which way you get on this road, there was this sort of scenic overlook.  It wasn’t all that scenic, as there wasn’t much to see besides Route 22 below, so it was more like a rest stop where kids would pull over to party.  We stopped there and finished up the last joint.  I looked down the cliff and I figured that I could do a flip off of it and everything thought I was a jerk, or a brainless idiot and they said that I wouldn’t be able to do it.  I took the dare and rolled into a summersault and then untucked and grabbed this branch hanging down from this tree, or otherwise I may have ended up on 22.

I climbed back up the hill to everyone cheering and laughing at what a nut I was.  My shirt was ripped and I had some glass stuck in my back, but in the state that I was in, I wasn’t feeling any pain.  I dusted myself off and then Bergen, Phillips and DiDario, these dudes also from South Plainfield pulled up in the rest area, as they spotted Ed’s Chevelle.  They got out and we exchanged greetings and everyone told them that they just missed me diving off of the cliff.  They didn’t believe that I did it, so I turned around and pulled a chunk of glass out of my back.  They were stunned and Phillips said that he has this camcorder and he wanted me to do it again, so he could film it.

I told him, “Been there and done that, but for you I will dive off the cliff backwards.”  Phillips got his new toy and I turned my back on the cliff and dove off tumbling down and grabbing onto another branch.  All the guys were amazed that I would attempt such a thing, but stupidity knows no bounds and I enjoyed being the entertainment.  I got back up and Phillips was mad because he ran out of film, but he did capture me just as I went over the edge of the cliff and I would love to see that video again someday.

Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken?
Not really, but my dad was a clean freak and I guess it could have been, “Pick it up or it will be thrown out.”

On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are?  (this does not mean ‘smell’ or looks; because this is a judgment free blog!) 
I used to be funny and as a matter of fact this guy on the High School yearbook staff told me that I came in second on the vote of Class Clown.  Yes, I know this superlative is not what most students strive for, but that was my life back in the day trying to make people laugh.   Nobody knows who came in second as they only show the photos of the winners.

Gratitude Section
I am going to try again to get my Covid vaccine and if I do, I will be grateful.

Written for Melanie’s sparksfromacombustiblemind’s Share Your World.

12 thoughts on “Hammered

    1. I am not very fond of heights, but I did install TV antennas, so I spent a lot of time up on roof tops. I did a bunch more crazy things when I was young, but I don’t want to bore everyone with the details, plus I did a lot of drugs and sometimes my memory fades on me. I think that I wrote about my first experience skiing and also about the other cliff that I dove off of in the dark. I think that bungee jumping would be terrifying!

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  1. Thanks Jim for Sharing Your World! Jumping/diving off a cliff is daring! I’m glad you didn’t break anything, including your neck, which it sounds like might have been a very real possibillity! But at that age, we all tended to think we were immortal and made of the stuff of cartoon characters who were shot, blown up, fell off cliffs, got run over and always popped back up again, unharmed and ready for the next fool thing to happen to them. Learning to pick up after oneself is a hard lesson that some never learn. Hopefully those people marry someone who is innately tidy and had a dad (or mom) who told them what your dad told you. Here’s to success in getting your vaccine. Utah (it appears) has screwed up the process and oldsters (not me) are being denied; while others are getting it for the asking. It’s really mind boggling. I won’t qualify (if I do at all) until Summer. i’m not bothered either way, because all it means is that I won’t have to go out “there” if they won’t vaccinate me.

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