The Dark Ages

Let's get back to Keith. There's a couple of more stories that cannot be left unspoken. You and I made it through the prepubescent years with badly self inflicted injuries, but they patched us up, and sent us back out into the world, to see what else we could maim, destroy, mastermind plans, and torment those who may have been slightly younger, smaller, and weak minded. So we finally make it to our teenage years. I blazed the trail for us, and was eager for you to join in the next level of stupidity, and sometimes illegal acts. You finally reached the age to drive, and you hung up the beloved dirt bike (the preferred mode of transportation and the daily frustration of taking apart and reattaching the hand brake), and you got a Chevelle for your first car. Probably not the wisest choice for someone with your level of fearlessness, for this car had some 'get up and go'! I remember you loved to race, and seemed to have a measure of success. So one day, you were invited to hang out with me and my friends at the ballpark down in Papillion, and you volunteered to drive. While in Papillion, we all engaged in some underage, illegal activity, which involved consumption. Since you were fairly new at this mischief, it didn't take long for you to feel the effects. So you wisely? gave me the keys, and I drove us around, in your car for the rest of the evening. Illegal activities are sometimes followed by 'Big Mac attacks'. So we found ourselves cruising Dodge St., and going through a drive-thru for fast food nourishment. After pulling back out on Dodge, we were immediately stopped at a red light, and next to a new Nissan Z. You encouraged me to give it a little gas to try to entice our neighbor in the next lane, to a friendly little race. I believe some rather unkind words were exchanged between yourself, and the driver of the Z. Your next action, though antagonistic, was one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed! After you were finished with the niceties, you threw a half eaten Whopper at the driver's window. He saw it coming, so quickly moved his head back to avoid two all beef patties, ketchup, mustard, pickle, all on a sesame seed bun, upside his head. His girlfriend, who happened to be in the passenger seat, wasn't as fortunate, and took the full brunt of your fastball, right in the face! The light turned green, and I floored it! There's one more story I'm going to relate, but that will be the next chapter.