neilgin1 wrote:dannan14 wrote:
None taken...and yes, hippy rednecks are not only a real hybrid but they're plentiful here in Nor Cal. i posted mainly to reinforce what i like most about the RealCent community: We have a wide variety of backgrounds and points of view here. On an online message board i think that creates intellectual diversity. Seeing the world through several viewpoints is always going to make a more complete picture and i like that.
NorCal huh Dan?....yeh bud, I KNOW there's hippy redneck's up there for sure. I was down in SoCal from 89-05 in one of the most infamous "hippy" canyons, tween Santa Monica and Malibu......work brought me there. at first I liked it, you had the LA Basin on one side, the Valley on the other, and when you drove into our canyon, you could fool yourself,and think you were living rural. never liked leaving the Canyon, and going into LA, the Valley was okay, but as I said, I only went into them for work, and grocery shopping.
I can say that Dodgers Stadium is one of my most favorite places on Earth, many many happy days and nights were spent there, third deck, rows 1 to 14, yeh buddy.
but the Canyon?...it was sure beautiful, I lived up on the highest ridgeline,2,000 feet up, right next to a huge "nature reserve", which became my nature reserve, as well as about a dozen skank hippies, who would squat on that land, and i'm good natured, and they'd take advantage of it, by abandoning their dogs with me and my son's mother. ("hey man, could you watch Shiva and Kali for us, we're just going north for a month?"....never see them again) at one point, I had a seven dog pack, loved 'em, coz I raised them right, fed them right, and nobody lived around me for miles, except this one rich(inherited money) eccentric "hippy" who lived on this weird ranch, with his wife, 20 years younger, and his 3 kids, a girl and two boys. He used to keep a "zoo"...this large enclosure filled with llamas, and giraffes, dwarf deer, all sorts of crazy animals...in fact, one day the giraffe and llama, got into a fight, so bad, they actually fell/fought 2,000 feet down the mountain and wound up dead, laying across the main canyon road. he kept his road so bad, that each time I drove from my place to his place, I had to keep from looking to the left side, coz at points, there was a 700 foot drop off....and he was an animal rights "activist", blithering at me, "love animals, don't eat them"....or, "why turn your stomach into an animal graveyard?"...when I met him, his salad days were over, he used to have huge parties up there, with famous rockstars and what not, in fact one time, this guy tells me, "Andy Warhol wanted to s#ck his (Johnson), but I tole him it was too small"...true story. guess what, turns out this 60 something "love animals, don't eat 'em hippy" had been systematically molesting his three children for YEARS...sick. When I first met them, (1989) the kids were 5, 9, and 11. finally when the girl was like 15, she told the ditz mother, the ditz confronted this monster, and he denied it, and sneakily cut her brake line, so that when she drove DOWN the steep hill, the mother and three kids almost died, then he fled to Costa Rica, where he died in 2006, and undoubtedly split hell wide open, begging Lazarus for a drop of water to cool his tongue. here's the monster in 1966 on the Joe Pyne show plying his act: (and for a laugh, read the comments below the vid)
but I really wanted to talk about NorCal...sorry for the off-topic diversion....my son's mother and I loved Big Sur, spent loads of time there, and I was going to get a place there, but I wanted my upper Midwest ranch first...she "hated" this area, so I probably would have had to buy in NorCal. (then I still would bought here, it would have "Daddy's hideout) I say that coz NorCal always made me nervous, its beautiful, but in Sep/Oct I heard it gets intense, CAMP flies their choppers, paranoia runs thick, and growers are all gunned up...plus the whole water issue, or lack of, just gives the heebie jeebies....now it might be different.
I was back in Socal couple months ago, for a thing, staying with my boys and uncle, and I sent them out to one of the "clubs" to get Daddy a "brownie".....I took two medium sized bites, and the only I remember about that week was giving them $20 bills to make Taco Bell runs....lol...it was so bad, when I first took those two bites we were about 40 miles away from home, at a skeet shooting range, I had rented a Dodge Charger, and I took those bites and in a half an hour, I suddenly found I couldn't stand up, so I handed uncle the keys, said "i aint fit to drive"....my two boys started laughing, coz they had to lift me up and walk me to the car, saying "you got 'neilified"...this condition has happened at other family gatherings and now has a name, getting "neilified", which means I cant walk, I just should be left in whatever chair i'm planted in. I slept the whole drive home, they left me sleeping in the car.
now what happens to me in the neilified state is this, my brain tells my legs to "walk", but the signal never gets there, and when my boys lifted me out of the car 4 hours later, and stood me up, for the life of me I couldn't make one leg go forward, then another....so I actually climbed down the evolution chain, and was pleased to find out, "i could CRAWL!!" so I crawled the hundred yards to the door, my boys escorting me so I wouldn't get run over or "apprehended"....I hadn't seen "Wolf Street of Wall Street", but when I saw it, I realized I wasn't alone in the "I can CRAWL!" exultation. what can I say? it happens.Have a beautiful day, n
Your stories are great to read ( except for that dirtbag that hopefully went through hell before he died and went to actual hell) the clip of the Wolf of Wall Street was just too much. The scene after this between him and his friend in the kitchen trying to yell at each other to get off the phone had me in tears.
Great way to drink my coffee on a Friday morning!