I got to a point in my life where I got tired of all the bullshit. I got tired of all the lies. I got tired of trying to be someone I could no longer be. I needed a weekend to get away from everything and re-evaluate my options. My cousin and I had more in common than I thought and he was more like a brother to me at times. Him, his wife, and a few of our friends including me were gathered in his living room one Thursday afternoon. We knew about an upcoming car show that weekend. Plus, it was local... I mean about as local as 40 miles from the house, but still local for the area.
I grew up in an area where the nearest Walmart was at least a 30 minute trip in either direction. That was the only time you came in contact with any civilization. Some people think it's redneck to go "Hey, I'm bored. Let's go to Walmart!" at 3 in the morning, while still wearing our jammies and fuzzy slippers or steel toed boots (whichever your preference.) For us it was a regular occurance. Running down the toy aisle and shooting Nerf darts at each other or testing out the newly displayed gaming rockers by pushing them over to electronics and watching the newest Resident Evil movie on blu-ray at the big flat screen televisions until seven in the morning or so. By the time my daughter turned 1 and I turned 21, I had grown out of the childish phase, but it was fun for a few years, at least.
We headed off to this event to blow off some steam and just chill and shoot the shit. I was 20 at the time and my daughter was only five and a half months old. I had just about given up on relationships and was at a point where I felt like I couldn't just trust this person or that person anymore. Still seeing a 31 year old on the side who still lived with his parents and only ever talked about hunting, fishing, and his boats just pissed me off. I was seeing a nobody. I can't really say we were even seeing each other at the time, it was a booty call more than anything else and I was getting tired of having my emotions toyed with when I knew it wasn't going anywhere to begin with.
We arrived at the fairgrounds after calling in a few favors from the sheriff's deputy at the front gate to help verify the age of one of the guys riding with us. This damn station wagon, loaded down with five people, tents, coolers, and a case of beer. Only one of us was of legal age to drink, but nobody else knew the difference once the sun went down. People were so inebriated, they could barely find their own tents that first night. One of the guys with us got caught pissing in the water fountain because there was a line for the bathrooms. No, I know what you're thinking, he got kicked out right? No, he didn't. Its one of those "what happens here stays here" things... or so they thought (until now at least.)
I was feeling good, the night's entertainment included a few strippers working the pole on a stage and a dj who kicked ass. Had a few cans of beer, danced with a few of the guys, and decided to sleep it off in the car for a bit. I was awakened an hour and a half later by my cousin tapping on the window and I stumbled out with drool on my chin, still wiping the sleep from my eyes. I was considering smacking his punk ass, but realized where we were and decided to let him slide. After making his wife laugh for a few minutes by cussing him out for the incident, we decided to catch a ride and cruise around the fairgrounds.
A truck rode by and I thought "Hey, what the heck" when my cousin told us they offered a ride. We had passed up a few rides before then and picked up a few beads along the way (haha) but this one just felt right. They stopped and we ran over to the bed of the truck. I made sure to look before I leaped and as one of the guys warned me to watch where I sat, I looked up and he stopped short as we locked a gaze. I was sitting on his knee. "That works," he said with a smile...
I grew up in an area where the nearest Walmart was at least a 30 minute trip in either direction. That was the only time you came in contact with any civilization. Some people think it's redneck to go "Hey, I'm bored. Let's go to Walmart!" at 3 in the morning, while still wearing our jammies and fuzzy slippers or steel toed boots (whichever your preference.) For us it was a regular occurance. Running down the toy aisle and shooting Nerf darts at each other or testing out the newly displayed gaming rockers by pushing them over to electronics and watching the newest Resident Evil movie on blu-ray at the big flat screen televisions until seven in the morning or so. By the time my daughter turned 1 and I turned 21, I had grown out of the childish phase, but it was fun for a few years, at least.
We headed off to this event to blow off some steam and just chill and shoot the shit. I was 20 at the time and my daughter was only five and a half months old. I had just about given up on relationships and was at a point where I felt like I couldn't just trust this person or that person anymore. Still seeing a 31 year old on the side who still lived with his parents and only ever talked about hunting, fishing, and his boats just pissed me off. I was seeing a nobody. I can't really say we were even seeing each other at the time, it was a booty call more than anything else and I was getting tired of having my emotions toyed with when I knew it wasn't going anywhere to begin with.
We arrived at the fairgrounds after calling in a few favors from the sheriff's deputy at the front gate to help verify the age of one of the guys riding with us. This damn station wagon, loaded down with five people, tents, coolers, and a case of beer. Only one of us was of legal age to drink, but nobody else knew the difference once the sun went down. People were so inebriated, they could barely find their own tents that first night. One of the guys with us got caught pissing in the water fountain because there was a line for the bathrooms. No, I know what you're thinking, he got kicked out right? No, he didn't. Its one of those "what happens here stays here" things... or so they thought (until now at least.)
I was feeling good, the night's entertainment included a few strippers working the pole on a stage and a dj who kicked ass. Had a few cans of beer, danced with a few of the guys, and decided to sleep it off in the car for a bit. I was awakened an hour and a half later by my cousin tapping on the window and I stumbled out with drool on my chin, still wiping the sleep from my eyes. I was considering smacking his punk ass, but realized where we were and decided to let him slide. After making his wife laugh for a few minutes by cussing him out for the incident, we decided to catch a ride and cruise around the fairgrounds.
A truck rode by and I thought "Hey, what the heck" when my cousin told us they offered a ride. We had passed up a few rides before then and picked up a few beads along the way (haha) but this one just felt right. They stopped and we ran over to the bed of the truck. I made sure to look before I leaped and as one of the guys warned me to watch where I sat, I looked up and he stopped short as we locked a gaze. I was sitting on his knee. "That works," he said with a smile...
