Reckless Abandon.... in Book of Lies.....

  • July 17, 2015, 10:31 a.m.
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This is a continuation of a story line posted 4/16/15 titled little children.... it is nonfiction as before....

Country living near a tourist destination bred the most unusual of youth. On the one hand once children got beyond 8 or 9 they freely roamed neighborhoods and the forests. Camping away from parental supervision and the ability to be armed with knives and early familiarity with hunting gear made for an interesting peer group.
One the other hand city life with so many out of towners coming and going brought carnal influences from larger cities including an unending supply of drugs and people looking for a good time.
As I grew I also had access to power boats which increased my range and ultimately my exposure to a variety of temptations and ways of thinking. Independence grew from this early age as my mother was busy planning her next divorce or socializing out of the home. Step-dad had no authority and seemed content to pretend he had some authority over my brother and I.
Strangely my peer group skipped the phase of boys hanging with boys and girls with girls. A neighborhood gang emerged and it was a bond that one would be wise not to fuck with. Certain parents had authority to admonish but others found cars covered in egg and windows better replaced than taking the time to get the cake of paraffin wax off.
The odd thing with this peer group is if you did not function well in school you did not belong. We went to school, most were in some sports or at least were very athletic. If you didn’t cover your ass with seemingly good intentions you brought attention upon yourself…and that jeopardized the whole group. A group that was breaking into homes (out of the neighborhood), doing drugs, under the supervision of parents who said their goodbyes on Friday and hellos on Sunday evenings.
The core of my group was Bob, Dave, Steve, Toni, Cindi, Potter (f) and Ron. Four cars were available along with two speed boats and camping gear for twenty or more. All our parents were drinkers and “out of sight, out of mind” was their parenting forte. Keep the cops out of the yard and everyone was happy. This was a highly functioning peer group. Everyone one of the above rose above this conglomeration of crime and drugs and landed in positions of trust and financial freedom except Cindi who was sadly murdered.
We were not formidable. We were worrisome to others. A odd bunch of individuals who were up to no good but no one could figure out what. What we did complimented each other.
Dave: Handsome, clever, upper middle class well dressed could talk a girl out of their skirt with a wink.... but never would as he was not that way.... he would steal her wallet tho....
Steve: Looked 25 when he was 16. Drove a Mustang, black belt in Taekwondo, a was a nice guy who no one would even think of fucking with.
Bob: Smart, hard working, loved to smoke weed, and in on every B&E and MDOP the gang did....
Toni, Cindi, Potter,.... Liked the group as an unending supply of alcohol and weed, but were dedicated to the core… just not comfortable with the victimization of others. (good for them)
Me: Reckless, shadowed part of the group. Made sure the guys got through school okay. “School first” role modeling but also led the way to clean the group of distractions junior and senior year of shit like band, school sports. Money was important so get a job not screw around with non profitables. The assistant principal hated my guts because I was constantly challenging him about discentive approach to acting out behaviors.
Ron: Driver and shifty character. Presented a bit effeminate but one would be very mislead about this soft spoken lad. Empathy: 0
Everyone graduated but my dumbass brother. Everyone got through without a criminal record.... except my brother and Ron and that was for a B&E while I was out of town…
More to come....
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Waiting For Sunrise July 18, 2015

Such an interesting combination of influences at work on the malleable clay of youth... parents influential only through their absence leave a void for other forces to flow into like water finding its own level... Despite some adolescent mistakes or misdeeds, it seems your peer group was actually quite well-grounded in practicality, understanding in perhaps a pretty mature way the need for an acceptable performance level at school to mask experimentation in other areas...

I love the title of this... there is something about the idea of reckless abandon that- while it may well have turbulent undercurrents- sounds just like freedom... like running until your lungs burst, like really feeling life in all its intensity.

invisible ink Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ July 20, 2015

It was freedom guided by the abandon of youthful minds. Speaking of reckless one of our winter past times was lurking in the forest by the roads a snow bombing cars. The idea was to get people to chase us into the woods in the night. We did not exclude police cars from this activity and they would get fairly miffed and highly motivated to apprehend us hooligans. Very exciting and fun. they caught me once but really couldn't figure out what to do other than tell my mother.... we would actually climb trees to hide.... country kids....

Waiting For Sunrise invisible ink ⋅ July 20, 2015

Sounds awesome! I clearly have not outgrown my childhood yet, because there's something rather tempting about that still.. :p

invisible ink Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ July 20, 2015

Well another little shenanigan we liked to do is when out in the boats we would camp out on the uninhabited game reserve island to be away from the police to drink, smoke and fish and swim and the department of natural resources was the law authority.... they would come out in the boat and chase up and down the river a bit.... sad for them they had a state boat and I had a speed boat.... cat and mouse game...have a nice weekend I hope....

colojojo July 19, 2015

Murdered??? When/how..? Randomly?

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