11-16-2006, 04:00 AM
When i was 8 my friend's mother came over to our house to talk to my mother. While they were chitchating about their inadequacies and awful parenting i snuck outside of the house to the lady's car.
It was a big blue van, not one of the "nicer" ones that came out a couple of years later with the TV and videogame hookup shit. It was the old long van with school bus seats-three in a row.
My friend had three older brothers so there was always athletic and band shit in the car, so i thought id go play with something i could find.
I got in the car and crawled around behind the backseat and found a trumpet. It was old and gross but i was like 8 so what the fuck did i care?
I grabbed it and started trying to play it when i saw my mom and my friend's mom walk outside.
Now my friend's mom was a fucking psycho, many a-tmes she had coem to my house while my friend would stay over for dinner and drag her out by her hair holding a paddle because she "wasnt told where she'd be after school"....and we lived literally right around the block.
So i panicked big time and ducked under the seat. She got in the car and drove home, i was silent the entire way. At this point i didnt know what the fuck to do because i didnt want to get caught so i just planned to wait it out.
Well the next thing i know all her brothers are in the car and we're heading to the baseball field because they all have games. I'm fucking terrified, curled into the air raid position.
I hear everyone get out of the car when all of a sudden her oldest brother goes to get the equipment from the back and finds me, screaming for his mom.
The mom looks FURIOUS, she drives me home and my Mother is hystericl sobbing and my Father is outside talking to the Police because they thought i had been kidnapped.
I didn't realize how much time had passed but it was like 7:30 when i got taken home so it had to be atleast 3 hours.
If i was scolded or yelled at i wouldnt know because i dont remember but my dad did lash my ass as i walked past him to get to the stairs and then i ran up them and cried in my room.
It was a big blue van, not one of the "nicer" ones that came out a couple of years later with the TV and videogame hookup shit. It was the old long van with school bus seats-three in a row.
My friend had three older brothers so there was always athletic and band shit in the car, so i thought id go play with something i could find.
I got in the car and crawled around behind the backseat and found a trumpet. It was old and gross but i was like 8 so what the fuck did i care?
I grabbed it and started trying to play it when i saw my mom and my friend's mom walk outside.
Now my friend's mom was a fucking psycho, many a-tmes she had coem to my house while my friend would stay over for dinner and drag her out by her hair holding a paddle because she "wasnt told where she'd be after school"....and we lived literally right around the block.
So i panicked big time and ducked under the seat. She got in the car and drove home, i was silent the entire way. At this point i didnt know what the fuck to do because i didnt want to get caught so i just planned to wait it out.
Well the next thing i know all her brothers are in the car and we're heading to the baseball field because they all have games. I'm fucking terrified, curled into the air raid position.
I hear everyone get out of the car when all of a sudden her oldest brother goes to get the equipment from the back and finds me, screaming for his mom.
The mom looks FURIOUS, she drives me home and my Mother is hystericl sobbing and my Father is outside talking to the Police because they thought i had been kidnapped.
I didn't realize how much time had passed but it was like 7:30 when i got taken home so it had to be atleast 3 hours.
If i was scolded or yelled at i wouldnt know because i dont remember but my dad did lash my ass as i walked past him to get to the stairs and then i ran up them and cried in my room.
Now you can tell some lies about the good times that you've had
but I've kissed your Mother twice and now I'm working on your Dad.