I have always enjoyed trying to make people laugh and I don’t think that I was ever anyone’s assistant, or associate, or that anyone regarded me as being their subordinate, but I was willing to stoop to certain levels in order to make people laugh. Artists must suffer for their art and it is not always easy being funny. I enjoyed saying outrageous things and many people like to laugh at the misfortunes of others, so I became a spontaneous person that went the way the wind took me. When I saw an opportunity to say something that I figured others would think was funny I blurted it out. I went so far as to jump off of a cliff to make people laugh and when I crawled my way back to the top, I did it again, only backwards this time.
I grew up in New Jersey and I enjoyed winter activities there. There was a Country Club that had the best hills for sleigh riding, tobogganing and skiing and all the kids went there. One day somebody got injured on the golf course and they threatened to sue the club, thinking they could get some of their money. While the litigation was going on, the Country Club put up big signs at the entrance stating that nobody was allowed to go sleigh riding any more and that any violators would be arrested. It is a shame when one bad apple tries to spoil it for everyone else.
I was out with my friends driving around in my station wagon, partying, smoking some weed, listening to music and drinking beer that night and I pulled into the Country Club. There was nobody around and I parked by the big hill which was the best one for sledding. It was cold and the hill looked so pristine, because no one was using it and it was such a perfect night and I wished that I had brought my toboggan with me, so I could take a ride. More beers and several more joints followed and eventually I came up with the idea that it could be fun to drive my car down the hill. All the guys encouraged me to do it, but I hesitated a bit because of the being arrested warning and the fact that anyone who drove past on the main road would be able to see my car, as it was wide open there.
I decided that if I kept my car close to the wooded area, that I could drive down the hill without being noticed, so I went for it. It felt pretty cool, the guys were all cheering me on and my station wagon kept picking up speed as I descended the hill. I was used to driving on snow and ice, but this was my first time driving down a hill on this stuff that was not part of a road. I knew that I had to keep the steering wheel straight and that I couldn’t apply the brakes, or otherwise I would have spun out and probably wrecked my car. I got a little too close to the woods and I ran over several smaller trees, which made all the guys start screaming more. My station wagon survived the trip and everyone had fun that night when the sleigh riding was shut down. I guess I craved attention and when I had a chance to get under the spotlight, I usually went for it.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver I’m the Sidekick hosted by Stephanie Colpron of Word Adventures.