my uncle was telling me a story about how when he was working construction in sanfransisco in the 60's, there were 3 groups of workers. ther was the hippies, rednecks, and the winos. the rednecks would throw cinder blocks and big wrenches down on the hippies trying to kill them. the hippies smoked pot and tried not to work to hard. and the winos were just drunk all the time shitting themselves. i love crazy stories, my family has many.
i guess my uncle had this shitty car back then and it wanted to stall all the time. so, you had to gun-it just to keep it from stalling alot. anyway it was about to stall again and he had to gun it while passing a group of hells angels by the side of the road. well, needless to say the car stalled out a few hundred feet up the road and the hells angels didnt take to kindly to "challenges". thankfully the metal beast started before the descended on the car. true story from out in cali.
I would never want to mess with the Hell's Angels. We used to live across the street from a lake where they hung out at when I was just a 2 year old peanut. My mom was so scared all the time. We moved. I bet these stories that you have sound hilarious when your family is together sharing them. Ahh good times..
yes indeed, when my father was younger than i am now, he used to steal wine off the back of the delivery trucks in Greensboro. not the good stuff but the gallon jugs of irish rose and the like.
i used to have a friend who worked at the little grocery store in town...she would always be our lookout when we went in and stole liquor....we were stealing the good stuff.....the liquor shelves were right back by the bathrooms so you could take the bottle off the shelf, walk back to the bathroom and put it in your bag or your coat or whatever.....that was fun for awhile.....
i once stole wine from a grocery store in west virginia. i had already been arrested for shoplifting twice and had stopped but my friends started putting stuff in my book bag and i just let them. i was scared though.
