Follow the Stream Back Up
CONTENT WARNING: READER DISCRETION ADVISED “Whilst Man, however well-behaved, At best is but a monkey shaved.” —W. S. Gilbert (1884) What I remember is a bitter January morning wrangling a junkyard transmission into a ‘53 Packard, jacked up on blocks. Richie and I should have been trudging through the snow to classes at the U instead of o ur backs jammed against a freezing curb, lining up an Ultramatic, biggest I’d ever seen. Two cars rolled up — Alan would come upon you anywhere, anytime, and frequently intoxicated. “Charlie?” “Yeah, what?” “We got two women and Bunny's pad.” Alan peered under the car. “Back-to-back racks.” “Hold it there, Richie. It’s Alan.” “Not Alan. Fuck no!” grunting disgustedly. Alan fished a loose cigarette from his jacket and lit it. “ The one in the Studebaker has the hots for you.” I edged out for a look. “The one with twenty-four zeroes ?” “Yeah. ” “No chance.” Alan began...