Back in my yoot, I had a rebel bud named JB. His dad was Icelandic, so it stood for Jon-Bjorn, (pronounced Yone-byorn). Anyway, jumping ahead a few years from the hot-wiring his dad's cars, a 56 VW bug we used to take to a big icy parking lot in north Winnipeg to do 'power turns', which means yankin the emergency brake and spinning in circles, or the 56 Pontiac with the rug stapled on the ceiling and the hookah pipe on the transmission hump, JB got a job at the horse track.
He was 5'5, 126 lbs naturally, but coincidentally that is jockey weight. He was mainly shovellin shit n dealin dope, and walking the horses, but they tried him out as a jockey. Didnt work out, but he was great as a shit-shoveller n dope dealer.
Travelled with the stable he worked for down the middle of the continent, down to Omaha, NB. Got fired in Omaha, no green card, the only folks he knew were his dope connections. Got in with a crew of drugstore cowboys, he had a weakness for the needle. They did a few scores, roamed around a bit, ended up in South Dakota (oh yeah before he got fired, he had a romance with a rich girl in SD who had 20 horses and 100 handguns, she liked the bad boys, and she was short, too) .
So, they are cruisin the backroads, maybe just lookin for some free gas, they pull into a farmyard. There's a fridge on the front porch they can see, and they are hungry. They go check it out, its full of meat. Rather than take the meat out, they decide to take the whole fridge. Druggies dont always think straight. So they are just getting it off the ground, about to step off and put it in the veehickle, when Farmer John comes out with a 12 gauge, and utters the momentous words: "Hold it right there, boys."
JB did 90 days in Jamestown jail, read Serpico and many other books, and possibly learned to like cock. He likes girls still, but jail is jail. Wasnt quite the same after.
A good guy, but still a little too into the dope. Last I heard he was living in a trailer in the boons with a 20 yr old girl with bad tattoos, and working at the rollin mills in Selkirk.
Good luck to him.
For such a Hermit you sure know a lot of wild characters!
ReplyDeleteThese events took place about 30 yrs ago, before I had a kid n responsibilities. JB was always a crazy little Viking when it came to partying.
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