I was tripping my brains out and two of my friends pulled up in
their convertible, Lou's convertible. Jimmy and Lou. They were
cocked. They weren't tripping. They told me to get in and hang
with them. I said, "No, I'm with my friends here, and I don't
want to leave them." But they said, "C'mon, get
in." I got in the back and we were already moving before I
realized how fucking cocked they really were. I didn't realize how
fuckin' cocked they were 'til we started driving.
Jimmy, the one who was my friend, was riding shotgun, and Lou
was driving. They were passing some fucking thing back and forth,
a rag soaked in kerosene or some fucking thing, sniffing it. And
they asked me if I wanted any. No.
Lou was doing eighty on Trapelo Road. Eighty on Trapelo.
"Where are we going?"I asked. I was tripping my brains
out. Jimmy tells me we're going to Lou's to pick up a case. So I'm
sitting back there saying to myself, "OK, this is OK. Jimmy
wouldn't do anything to put you in danger. Jimmy's your friend.
This is OK." And we're in like a fuckin' wind tunnel.
So I'm getting nervous and I tell Jimmy I got to get back to my
friends, and he says after we go to Lou's. What can I do? I sit
back and try to relax. But I was so high. You can imagine. And
Lou's fuckin' whacked and he's doing like Confederate screams and
shit, and I'm worried we're gonna get pulled over, or I'm gonna
boot. Or the car's going to flip.
We get to Lou's and Lou gets out of the car, and then I see how
cocked he is. I didn't realize how fuckin' cocked he was 'til he
got out of the car. He gets out and takes one step, not even one
step, and falls on his face. Rolls over, gets up, and starts
walking to his porch. Before the first step he's goin' down again.
Straight down, smashes his face on the flat part of the top step.
Thank God he didn't hit the edge. He turns over and his nose is
pointing to the side. And his wife comes onto the porch. She looks
at him for a second and then gives him the finger with both hands.
Giving him the finger with both hands, screaming, '"You
asshole! You told me you'd call if you got high! You told me you'd
warn me." And he starts in, calling her a piece of shit, a
fuckin' cow, etcetera.
I'm still in the back seat you know. Jimmy is sort of like
circling around trying to calm them down. I'm tripping my brains
out. And Lou's back on his feet, the blood is pouring out of his
nose onto his t-shirt. And these fuckin’ pieces of teeth are
flying out of his mouth while he's screaming at her.
And I say to Jimmy, "Jimmy, I got to get back to my
friends, you know." So, he gets back in the car and he moves
over into the driver's seat and starts the car, and Janis starts
screaming, "Your not leaving this dirt bag here. You're not
fuckin' leavin' this fuckin' dirt bag here." Lou's sitting on
the porch steps now, wiping his face with his t-shirt and
laughing. He makes like a gesture, like with both his hands, like
a game show host presenting the prize, or one of the women, you
know the presenters, so he makes this gesture like he's presenting
Janis like a prize, and he says, "My wife, folks."
And a-course me and Jimmy start laughin'. And Lou starts
laughin' harder. And Jimmy' gets to laughin' so hard he's leaning
over the steering wheel like he's, you know, helpless. With
laughter. And me too, I'm fuckin' cryin' I'm laughin' so hard. And
Janis starts coming towards us, down the steps, screaming
"What's so fucking funny?" And then Lou does it again.
He makes this gesture and he says, like he's really proud, you
know, "My wife, folks." And Jimmy's squirming and
jumping and slapping the seat. And Janis walks around next to him,
but he doesn't see her because he's laughing so hard. And I can't
talk to like warn him or shit because I'm laughin' so
And Janis comes around to the driver's side and snaps the
fuckin' antenna off the fuckin' hood, I swear to Christ, one
fuckin' smooth fuckin' movement, snaps the antenna off. And still
Jimmy doesn't even know she's there. But now Lou's up on his feet,
and he's saying, "What the fuck are you doin'? What
the fuck are you doin'?" But then he starts to laugh again.
"Where the fuck did you learn that?" he says, "Fuckin'
Dorchester? Where the fuck did you learn that move, Janis? Fuckin'
Even when she starts whipping Jimmy's back with the fuckin'
thing, Lou's laughin'. I'm scared shit and start to climb out of
the fuckin' car, but before I can, Jimmy's gunning the engine,
slapping into reverse, and we're going straight back. And Lou's on
the porch doin' like an Oprah thing, like a black thing, you know,
like his hand's on his hip and, like, "You go,
But by then we're halfway down the fuckin' ravine by Lou's
house, and the car comes up against a stump, and I'm thrown clear.
I'm completely okay and shit. And Jimmy's in the back seat. I see
his feet. And the gas pedal must be stuck because the wheels are
still turning, throwing up dirt and rocks and shit at me, digging
holes in the fuckin’ ground. And you know, we're looking like
up, you know, like up the fuckin' ravine. Leastways
I am. And Lou and Janis are standing up there, looking down. Then
suddenly the car just shuts off. The engine like gives up or some
shit, and Jimmy starts to push himself, you know, upright in the
back seat. And Lou and Janis are looking down on us. She's still
got the fuckin’ antenna in her hand. And Lou says,
"Excellent work, honey."
Me and Jimmy climb up the ravine together. When we get to the
top, Lou and Janis are gone. Probably in the house. And I say to
Jimmy, "Jimmy, man, I got to get back to my friends, you
know?" And he says it's cool, he's got his car here. So we
get into his car. And we start back. And we're both like
completely, you know, unscathed. Except I have a wicked little
tiny bruise starting up just under my eye. It wasn't the accident.
It wasn't from getting thrown clear. It was one of the fuckin'
pebbles the tires kicked up. Hit me right near the fuckin' eye. I
could of gone blind. But except for that, we're both fine. It's a
And this is the unbelievable part. I'm still tripping my fuckin'
brains. And we're drivin' along on Trapelo. Not speeding or shit.
And I'm still fuckin' high. I took two fuckin' hits that day,
because all my friends were getting off and I wasn't feeling
So, we're drivin' along and Jimmy starts to rub my leg. I swear
to God. He starts to rub my leg. At first I think he's like doing
it cause of some like post-traumatic stress shit or some shit. You
know because we went down the fuckin' ravine and shit. But after a
few seconds I get to feeling it's definitely a sexual thing. So I
say—I've known Jimmy for like my whole life and he never pulled
this shit—so I say, "Jimmy, what the fuck are you doin'?"
And he says, "Nothin'." But he keeps rubbing. And I say,
"Jimmy, cut the shit, man." And he stops. And he goes,
"I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry, man." You know, shit like
that. Like "I'm sorry man, I didn't know." And I'm
thinkin', didn't know? Didn't know what?