I love the new NOMSV retreat photo

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Sunset or sunrise? I bet it's sunrise. I'm gettin out the fishin pole. Lotta fish in that lake. The old photo looked like the Munsters' residence. Made me wanna call Ghost Busters.

[ May 25, 2002: Message edited by: Tinfoil ]
 
I say that it is Sunset...and forget about the poles...Bomb fishing is more fun...tie a rock around an M80...doesn't kill the fish but they do come up and flop around for about 10 seconds before going back down...you can be picky and take only what you want to eat!

Eddie
 
Reminds me of the time I wiped out my dad's brand new yellow 1959 Cadillac. Right after he bought it the family zoomed down to Ensenada,Mexico. I bought a bunch of cherry bombs. Yelled at dad "Hey dad,watch this". Then I lit the fuse on a cherry bomb,used my slingshot to launch that sucker straight up about 200 yards. Oops. It went way up,stopped,started back down dead center over the Cadillac's hood. Dad started freaking out. Mom and my sister ran out of the motel room. Everyone screamed. Dad totally lost it,yelled "I'll KILL th little fucker!". I was praying "Dear God. Please make the thing go off BEFORE it hits dad's new car". God has a sense of humor,obviously. The cherry bomb ignited 1/4 inch above the hood. After the smoke cleared the hood looked like Hiroshima. It was a long,long drive back home. From the back seat,every few miles I'd say "Dad?". No answer. "Daddy?". Silence. "DADEEE doncha love me anymore..?". I don't think he did.

[ May 25, 2002: Message edited by: Tinfoil ]
 
See, they take notice Tinfoil....
Lloydy
 
I could tell you about the time I sunk dad's $85,000 yacht. But that would make me look bad.
 
Go on, cheer us all up !! :D
 
Well,it was around 1966. Seriously,I was pissed off at dad. I had lived from age 12 in 1958 to graduating from high school and leaving home 72 hours later in 1964. All that time my damn mother calling me to her bedroom every single time dad and my sister left the house,leaving mom and me alone. I called it "the game" back then. Pissed me off when I'd relax,forget to keep track of dad & sis and it'd happen again. You could call that a "high stress" family environment to put it mildly. At the time I figured dad either knew and did'nt care a fuck or did'nt know and thusly was a brain-dead idiot. Either way,I was BIG TIME pissed off at him for in my view,allowing this.
So one night I went to Newport Harbor,took his yacht out for a spin. Was offshore of the Huntington Beach pier. Saw a Jack in the Box fast-food joint on the Coast Highway. Figured I'd go ashore to buy some burgers. I rammed the throttles forward. 1,200 horsepower blasted the ship thru the surf onto the beach. I got the burgers,reversed,full-powered the massive twin screws. The huge ship backed out to sea,surf crashing o'er the stern. A mile offshore I took a look down the companionway,saw tables,etc floating. Oh shit we're sinking..!! The ship's bow smashing ashore had shattered it's teak hull. I engaged the bilge pumps,headed back thru the Newport Harbor jetty,tied up at our mooring in front of the yacht club. By this time water was pouring in thru a gigantic hole in the bow. I rowed back to the docks,drove home
and went to bed. Slept peacefully. The next day dad dropped by my house,said "The Harbor Patrol called me at 3:00am this morning. My beautiful ship is on the fucking bottom of the ocean. It sank last night. Do you know anything about this?". Tinfoil replied "Gosh no,dad". The moral here is that if parents or parent have a kid in the house being subjected to sexual molestation it might be a damn good idea to step in and do something about it. I figure dad's yacht cost him over $500,000 in today's dollars. The burgers were really good by the way. I had fries with that order,plus a chocolate shake.
 
Tinfoil
You gotta have a chocolate shake man, it's compulsory when you sink boats !
Lloydy :D
 
Hi Spider-man. This was a long time ago but I vividly recall Jack in the Box advertised 24/7 on tv to request "Jack's secret sauce" when ordering their burgers. That was foremost on my mind as the many-tonned ship sliced thru the breakers towards the beckonning well-lit fiberglass figure of Jack wearing his pointy hat. I not only ordered Jack's secret sauce,I ordered a 2nd helping. The dork behind the counter put it into two styrofoam cups. The stuff's good lemme tell ya!
 
Actually,this whole thing began in 1958. First time dad & sis left me alone with mom and mom called out for me to come to her bedroom 'cause she'd just taken a shower and needed a fresh towel I returned to my bedroom. Sat there thinking over and over again "What just happened? What just happened?". First time I'd seen a woman totally naked. Mom had big tits,fur-covered crotch. To this day big tits make my dick go limp. Did'nt take long to figure out the scene. I got really pissed at dad for not stopping this.
Dad's tools were old. One day he went to the local Tustin Hardware store.
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Tustin Hardware - 115 West Main Street: Built circa 1913 by Ed Utt for Alton Alderman and Fred Currier, first owners of the store. Note Italianate cornice lentils and brackets. Present parking lot is site of old Tustin Bank, razed 1963. Tustin Hardware closed in 1998.
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Dad bought himself a brand new hammer. I found the new hammer in dad's workbench drawer. And I took it aways from the house,squatted over it and took the biggest shit imaginable on it. Next day dad asked where his hammer was. I took him to the spot. There lay the hammer covered in a mountain of shit. Well he threw a fit you would'nt believ. Dad died in 1974. The hammer's still in the drawer unused since that day.
 
"We do crazy things when we're wounded,
we fight like cat and dog"
( Tom Waits )
 
I like you,Lloydy. This Place we're in,our experiences they're onionskins. Expression depends on where we've been. I've always liked Readers Digest condensed books. This Time we're caught up within it's chock full of nonsensical pretties. I find myself a stranger here.
 
Tinfoil
I try to suck it all in like a sponge. Places, people, experiences, I look and listen. I read a lot but I have ADD and dyslexia, ( dyscalculus or some crap like that- dyslexia with numbers and learning difficulties ) But a little of what I read sticks. I guess this makes me take notice of what's going on a bit more carefully. And this stuff doesn't make me any less curious and enquiring.
Being like this for so long and only just discovering it has made me feel like a stranger, for 45 years I was told I was stupid by teachers, parents and employers. The only people who appreciated me were my abusers, so I believed it. Now I know different, that's why I feel like a stranger, I'm just catching up with the real world, and meeting other strangers and making friends
Lloydy
 
I think the experience is fairly similar,Lloydy. Cuts thru being gay or straight,nationalities,race,etc. From a kid's perspective it's the Big People making the World work. It's easy to look back on that casting aspersions as to what the kid should've done but did'nt. It's an altogether different thing to be the kid trapped in that situation while it's happening real-time. Our only out is to let them have what they want when we can't avoid it and to avoid it in whichever mannor our little undeveloped minds conceptualize. No apologies needed. There was'nt any other way. It's remarkable we're still alive. Life now to us is measured in small victories. But that's okay.
 
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