Some random snapshots from my SwiftPup past.......
The first concert I went to with my friends unsupervised was an AC/DC show when I was a freshman in High School. I was 14. It was for their Blow Up Your Video tour. The show was in Worcester, MA at the Centrum. Worcester is about an hours drive from where I lived.
The group that went consisted of me, my cousin "D", my cousin "C", my cousin "D's" friend "G", my friend "T" and "T's" friend "PD". My friends were all a few years older than me so they were legal to drive. And assumed responsible (that was a laugh). PD was even a few years older than that. Think Wooderson from Dazed and Confused. Anyway, PD was of legal age so he bought us beer. Which we proceeded to consume on the way to the show.
I have never been much of a drinker so I only had two beers before the show. Everyone else was pretty much blotto when we got there Plus there was beer left for the ride home. Bad sign.
We arrive and head into the venue. Almost didn't get in because T was so s-faced security almost tossed him. Finally made it to our seats. AC/DC was great though \w/
We head home and everyone but me starts drinking again. UGH! Now D, C, and G are all supposed to be crashing at my house. Which is good because none of them were in any shape to drive. We get back to my house around 1am or so. I'm stone cold sober at this point. Everyone else is a mess. Naturally my parents are still up waiting for us to get home. Extra super happy bonus, my Dad (the cop) had the night off and is in the living room. I'm sensing disaster
I tell everyone to head down into the family room right away. I'd deal with the 'rents. We get inside and my Dad starts giving me the third degree right off the bat. "How was the show?", "Did T get home OK?", blah, blah, blah. I knew he was just grilling me to see if I was drunk or high. Luckily, I was neither. While we are conversing there is a loud THUD! My friend G had apparently just fallen down the stairs to the family room
"What was that?" my Dad asks. Surprisingly quick on my feet I came up with "G just tripped over the cat. He's OK." Which was entirely plausible as our two cats liked to sleep on the first step heading down to the basement. I'm waiting for a cross examination but Dad just said "Tell him to be more careful. And shut the door to the basement tight so the cat doesn't get down there again." WHEW- I was off the hook!
I started praying then that no one would get sick during the night and all over the basement. Luckily no one did. I kicked everyone out early the next morning so I wouldn't have to explain the hangovers. Dad did give me the riot act a few days later when my Mom wasn't around for my friends coming to the house drunk
Similar story a few years later.......
I worked at a local retail chain when I was in High School. I had the 6pm - 10pm shift. This incident occurred in 1991, my senior year.
I was working one Saturday night in the spring of 1991. I finish up my shift and drive home. Waiting for me at my house are my cousin "C" and my friend "T". Both of whom are sh*t-a** drunk
They had apparently been playing pool that evening and when they went to leave the pool hall T's car wouldn't start. This was pre-cell phone days so they only had the pay phone to use and they couldn't get in touch with anyone that could pick them up. So their genius plan was to walk from the pool hall to my parent's house to wait for me to come home to give them a ride back to see if we could get T's car running. Now the pool hall was a good 5 miles away! They stopped at a liquor store and bought some beers to drink while they walked back to my parents house. They got there about an hour before I got home. Blotto and chatty. What fun
Now I could see my Mom was less than pleased. She had been dealing with the drunkards since they got to the house. I hustled my two chuckleheaded buddies into my car and drive them back to the pool hall. I had to jump T's car and wait for him to sober up enough for him to be able to drive. He heads home. C and I head back to my house. The next day after C leaves I got screamed at by my Mother for those two showing up to the house drunk. How this is my fault was beyond me. I was at work while they were getting blitzed. I had no involvement in their shenanigans. Then I got reamed again when C's Mom called my Mom and got into a fight with her when C came home hungover. The things you do for your friends.......
Some random fun facts......
If you ever see the harbor patrol cruising back and forth about an 1/8 of a mile off the beach you shouldn't swim out there and ask them what they are doing. The answer may turn out to be "shark patrol"!! Yes, I speak from experience. I almost pooped my pants swimming back in. What did I know, I was only 14 at the time?!
Did you know it's possible to shoot gobstoppers out of a paintball gun? Found that out when "T" acquired a co2 powered paintball gun. You can break neighbor's shed windows with them
You really shouldn't try to shoot someones house with a paintball gun while driving. It results in hitting telephone poles (I wasn't driving or firing said paintball gun. That was "T" doing both)
My cousin "D" almost killed the both of us when he took an S curve doing 45mph in his 78 Firebird up in the Blue Hills Reservation. We were about 4 inches from going off the road and down the embankment
A 1976 Mercury Grand Marquis is an excellent vehicle for urban surfing. I should know. I was the pilot of the USS Grand Marquis. No injuries or lost surfers. Kowabunga!!
Taking a turn in front of a police car on two wheels in a GEO Tracker is a sure way to get a traffic ticket (For the record, I wasn't driving. That was "D" again)
Never jump off a jetty onto the sand. Usually results in a sprained ankle
Stories are done, got to run. It's off to bed to rest my SwiftDog head...................
The first concert I went to with my friends unsupervised was an AC/DC show when I was a freshman in High School. I was 14. It was for their Blow Up Your Video tour. The show was in Worcester, MA at the Centrum. Worcester is about an hours drive from where I lived.
The group that went consisted of me, my cousin "D", my cousin "C", my cousin "D's" friend "G", my friend "T" and "T's" friend "PD". My friends were all a few years older than me so they were legal to drive. And assumed responsible (that was a laugh). PD was even a few years older than that. Think Wooderson from Dazed and Confused. Anyway, PD was of legal age so he bought us beer. Which we proceeded to consume on the way to the show.
I have never been much of a drinker so I only had two beers before the show. Everyone else was pretty much blotto when we got there Plus there was beer left for the ride home. Bad sign.
We arrive and head into the venue. Almost didn't get in because T was so s-faced security almost tossed him. Finally made it to our seats. AC/DC was great though \w/
We head home and everyone but me starts drinking again. UGH! Now D, C, and G are all supposed to be crashing at my house. Which is good because none of them were in any shape to drive. We get back to my house around 1am or so. I'm stone cold sober at this point. Everyone else is a mess. Naturally my parents are still up waiting for us to get home. Extra super happy bonus, my Dad (the cop) had the night off and is in the living room. I'm sensing disaster
I tell everyone to head down into the family room right away. I'd deal with the 'rents. We get inside and my Dad starts giving me the third degree right off the bat. "How was the show?", "Did T get home OK?", blah, blah, blah. I knew he was just grilling me to see if I was drunk or high. Luckily, I was neither. While we are conversing there is a loud THUD! My friend G had apparently just fallen down the stairs to the family room
"What was that?" my Dad asks. Surprisingly quick on my feet I came up with "G just tripped over the cat. He's OK." Which was entirely plausible as our two cats liked to sleep on the first step heading down to the basement. I'm waiting for a cross examination but Dad just said "Tell him to be more careful. And shut the door to the basement tight so the cat doesn't get down there again." WHEW- I was off the hook!
I started praying then that no one would get sick during the night and all over the basement. Luckily no one did. I kicked everyone out early the next morning so I wouldn't have to explain the hangovers. Dad did give me the riot act a few days later when my Mom wasn't around for my friends coming to the house drunk
Similar story a few years later.......
I worked at a local retail chain when I was in High School. I had the 6pm - 10pm shift. This incident occurred in 1991, my senior year.
I was working one Saturday night in the spring of 1991. I finish up my shift and drive home. Waiting for me at my house are my cousin "C" and my friend "T". Both of whom are sh*t-a** drunk
They had apparently been playing pool that evening and when they went to leave the pool hall T's car wouldn't start. This was pre-cell phone days so they only had the pay phone to use and they couldn't get in touch with anyone that could pick them up. So their genius plan was to walk from the pool hall to my parent's house to wait for me to come home to give them a ride back to see if we could get T's car running. Now the pool hall was a good 5 miles away! They stopped at a liquor store and bought some beers to drink while they walked back to my parents house. They got there about an hour before I got home. Blotto and chatty. What fun
Now I could see my Mom was less than pleased. She had been dealing with the drunkards since they got to the house. I hustled my two chuckleheaded buddies into my car and drive them back to the pool hall. I had to jump T's car and wait for him to sober up enough for him to be able to drive. He heads home. C and I head back to my house. The next day after C leaves I got screamed at by my Mother for those two showing up to the house drunk. How this is my fault was beyond me. I was at work while they were getting blitzed. I had no involvement in their shenanigans. Then I got reamed again when C's Mom called my Mom and got into a fight with her when C came home hungover. The things you do for your friends.......
Some random fun facts......
If you ever see the harbor patrol cruising back and forth about an 1/8 of a mile off the beach you shouldn't swim out there and ask them what they are doing. The answer may turn out to be "shark patrol"!! Yes, I speak from experience. I almost pooped my pants swimming back in. What did I know, I was only 14 at the time?!
Did you know it's possible to shoot gobstoppers out of a paintball gun? Found that out when "T" acquired a co2 powered paintball gun. You can break neighbor's shed windows with them
You really shouldn't try to shoot someones house with a paintball gun while driving. It results in hitting telephone poles (I wasn't driving or firing said paintball gun. That was "T" doing both)
My cousin "D" almost killed the both of us when he took an S curve doing 45mph in his 78 Firebird up in the Blue Hills Reservation. We were about 4 inches from going off the road and down the embankment
A 1976 Mercury Grand Marquis is an excellent vehicle for urban surfing. I should know. I was the pilot of the USS Grand Marquis. No injuries or lost surfers. Kowabunga!!
Taking a turn in front of a police car on two wheels in a GEO Tracker is a sure way to get a traffic ticket (For the record, I wasn't driving. That was "D" again)
Never jump off a jetty onto the sand. Usually results in a sprained ankle
Stories are done, got to run. It's off to bed to rest my SwiftDog head...................
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