Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform > Straight, Inc. and Derivatives
Nothin' at all.( How I got court ordered/cop-out#4)
starry-eyed pirate:
Well, anyway...we got into the place no problem. While I looked around in the darkness, Host-bro snagged the keys to one of the work-trucks. He jumped in behind the wheel and started it up while I threw up the garage door and then closed it behind the truck after he pulled out. I had never driven, let alone stole a truck...
starry-eyed pirate:
I was all for it though...stealin...steali-in',
stealin' back. to my same ol'...used ta B.
dragonfly:
starry-eyed pirate:
We took off outta there in that "Green Thumb" work truck headed for my host-bros hometown of Mannasquan, N.J. Host-bro drivin'
Before we got too far though we stopped by my "druggie girlfriends"(not Mindy; Sharyn) I wanted to pick up the leather jacket which I had stolen from some unattended vehicle the last time I copped out. I had left it with her. It was one of those real cool buckskin jackets with all the fringes, ya know.
When I met her though, she had my jacket, and wanted to run with me. I tol' her "No", knowin' she didn't understand how crazy and difficult our situation was, but she insisted on comin' with, and considerin' how lonely and forsaken I'd been I agreed that she could come. In the meantime my host-bro had been waitin' in front of her parents' house with the engine runnin'. She brought the jacket and we ran around to the front of her parents' house and jumped into the truck. I introduced her to host-bro as he sped away with us safely inside the truck, she was in the middle...
starry-eyed pirate:
That's O.K Dragonfly, more power to ya.
So...where was I ??
...Oh yeah...
Ridin' away from my "druggie girlfriends" in a stolen work truck 2 days after coppin' out from $tr8.
As we drove outta Mantua that night, around 11:30pm someone from "Green Thumb", some loyal employee I take it, saw us as we sat at a red light just at the edge of Mantua. He pulled up right behind us in his jeep. I recognized him. It was obvious we were stealin' the truck. The company logo was right on the side. He tried to signal us to pull over. Yeah right. I could see him talkin' on his C.B. We pulled outta there and headed into D.C. on Little River Turnpike and 495. The cat from work followed behind us all the way down interstate 395 to the 14th st. bridge over the Potomac. At the last second my host-bro negotiated a brilliant manouever and decisively cut across a lane or 2 of heavy traffic for the exit ramp on the left(??, yeah I think the ramp was on the left), We barely made it without wreckin' I remember lookin' back and seein' the cat from work, who'd been followin' us sail by...there was nothin' he could do. We came down that exit ramp on 2 wheels we were movin' so fast and suddenly found ourselves runnin' redlights and tryin' to act cool on the streets of D.C.
End of Act 2.
Goodnight...
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