CHAPTER III - DRIVING MISS BONKERS...




Well, I am sorry... 
but I was AFRAID for my Boo.

Jake got the word from Derek and Derek had gotten the update from the Sheriff so
it was offishul.

NOBODY KNEW NUFFIN, yet...
and I was NUTS.

Ok, I understand that is usual for me,
perhaps even NORMAL...if anything I ever do really IS. But I was now a BEAR ON A MISSION, and we all know how Bears get when the fishing hole is in jeopardy.

I MEAN.

So while nobody else thought it was a good idea but who were NOT inclined to let me go it alone, I went to Rico, WITH POSSE I might add...and while it was pretty slow going the 3/4 mi to where we now knew he was, we made it slow but sure.

I had intended to drive, but JAKE, BLESS 
HIS LIL' OL' REDNECK FBI AGENT BLEEP BLEEP HEART, was having NONE of that...and so I was relegated to riding scout in VIBRATE mode and passenger seat driving to a fare-thee-well.

WE MADE IT...and none too soon, because I figure I was close to being EXTINCT pretty quick. See, those FBI tweeties come ARMED, and NASTY, and...well, you know.

BUT as I said, I was now a BEAR ON A MISSION...AND, the way I figured it (lissen up boys and girls), see I figured we would have Rico rescued and back to the house where AHEM, NURSE BEAR, would have him back to normal (or a reasonable facsimile) in NO time. Week, tops. Month maybe. NO SENSE TAKING NO CHANCES.

Ok, might take YEARS before I let that dude out of bed, never know...yah know?

BUT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Well, I don't think I was at all prepared for the accident scene. OH MY GOD, that was not a tree. That was a FOREST of REDWOODS. GEEZ.

But, fortunately, they had been right. He HAD almost cleared it and most of the front of the car was clear. It was the back where the responders were that was the worst. Back there as I found out only a bit of the rear of the car was visible, and the tree branches were enormous.

They were having to saw through them and then clear them out of the way...no mean feat. 

The tree had come down about mid-way and crushed the rear just behind the front seat, jamming the front doors and the seat belts.

AND of course, MY LOONY TOON had forgotten to charge his phone so while he had gotten ahold of me AND 911, not for long before it died and there he was in the middle of one of the worst thunderstorms in recent memory not knowing if anyone could even get to him.

My poor baby. My poor DUMBASS BABY..."WHAT YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT TO CHARGE YOUR PHONE...GEEZ, BOO."

"SHIT...WORRY ME HALF TO..."

Which was a conversation I fully expected to have with him SOMEDAY. Just not today.
TODAY, I was just TOO FUCKING GLAD there was still enough left of him TO YELL at.

BUT, Bear memories ARE LONG, kids.
VEDDY LONG, and I FULLY INTENDED to make him PAY for this over TIME. LONG TIME.  REALLY LONG TIME.

I AM GOOD at that shit. TRUST ME.

Now, Jake had managed to get around to the front passenger door and made mince meat out of the window. No engine, no power. No power, no power windows..and MUGGY. SHIT muggy.

BOO mighta suffocated his sorry no charged cell phone hienie. I ain't into raising his sorry butt from the DEAD JUST SO I can yell at his ass.

BUT, if I must...

Derek and Kenny were trying to jimmy the door, and Feelie had, GET THIS, crawled in through the broken window to bring him some hot coffee...WHICH she just HAPPENED TO HAVE ON HER, her purse I suspect. GOD what do women NOT have in them things.

I've seen Rose pull out a crowbar and go after Brother Billy with it. GOD'S HONEST TRUTH.

Them two are CERTIFIABLE, I swear.

In the meantime of course I am composed, rational, sane..hell, I was so calm I damn near fell aslee...

WHAT?
GET OUT!
Rose is inferring again.

"BOO, ARE YOU OKAY? GOD I WAS SO WORRIED. HONEY BOO, GEEZ..."
and assorted other calm coolness and such.

OK, I WAS DRIVING EVERYONE CRAZY,
in the way, out of the way (when pushed), in the way again...(push back)
UNTIL the responders finally got to OUR side of the car and used some tool I think they created out of something out of Rose' purse, and got Rico's door open.

THEN THAT BOY GOT BEAR-HUGGED.

OH YETHY HE DID...

DAMN NEAR KILLED HIM.

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