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Page 1 of 3 Well, Dhahran was hotter than the old man's kitchen during a double run. (Which I had already been to several times to bleed off a little high quality first run to lead some unsuspecting damsel astray.) After all, it was the day of the big event. RT was having their Tri-District Dance and returning students were foaming at the mouth for the Arabian Nights to come.
However, my day was a camel of a different color ... Mom promised it would be a black one if I tried any shenanigans at all, to which I professed complete and total ignorance of any wrongdoing. Hell, it was just 8:00 am! In my effort to be very cautious hiding the first run from Mom, I came close to going to an orphanage. As the geezers know, first run was about 180 proof. I decided that the only safe place to hide it was in the Listerine bottle in my bathroom. As most remember, it was the cure-all for everything - oral and antiseptic.
So, the first disaster of the day raises its ugly head. Mom sends my brother in to get the Listerine to pour on my little brother's "Ouchie". This, of course, led to a scream that rivaled Freddy Krueger's murder spree and Mom, wanting to know why my brother was stuck on the ceiling of the bathroom, took a large swig to show him it didn't really burn. Talk about flames of hell coming after me! I heard words in languages I know my mother didn't know or speak - all related to the termination of her Number One Son.
My Dad had gone to the office, sadly shaking his head as if he knew beforehand. I believe he thought the walk from our house to the admin building was one of those thirteen steps up the gallows sort of thing as he had seen how the day started.
However, never to be daunted by a slight ringing of the head from a solid connection of cast iron skillet, I was up and out the door, making the high jump onto my mighty steed: Honda 50 variety. I think Mom thought the "HI HO Honda Awayyyyy" was a bit much as I know that sandal of hers that passed my head had to be by mistake.
As the day wore on, I was able to replenish my supply, and used an old camel water bag to put it in as I knew what I had planned was going to require a stealth bomber technique. I had proudly announced to my fellow Dhahran Rats that I was taking my Honda, sneaking under the fence, and "Hell's Angeling" it to RT. They laughed heartily and I thought, "OK, I'll show you".
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