Cincinnati wasn't exactly an Old Shanty Town but we were exactly naked as animals in the jungle. The year is best lost to infamy but the location was the top of Clifton hill on a four-lane road down into Clifton proper and some of it was hugely proper ... but not this part and not now.
The lads celebrated the glory of Jesus in our naked splendor and of course we were bound to share that glory with all we could find. Where better to do that than down in Clifton and we could run while shouting and waving our hands in the air like berserkers chased by angry hornets. Lights flashed and horns honked and whether that was in amusement or gross offense won't ever be known. We were fine with it either way.
Next the moment screamed to us. We were compelled to join the more genteel of the Clinton Cool where they congregated in a piano bar across the street from the College Inn where party happy college kids mostly hung about in the front and all manner of things happened in the back. For fulfillment of the Greater Glory, it had to be done.
And so we ran, first up one side of the lounge and then back down the other to burst to our well-earned freedom ... but not without being recognized. Such is the risk of such deeds too close to home but we didn't care because we knew our friends would be outside to whisk us away.
Nasty Ruth saw me and winked at which time I knew I was completely busted. Despite the base appellation, Nasty Ruth was National Merit scholarship material.
Everything went perfectly or it would have if our friends were there yet. Surprisingly, no-one chased us out of the bar to whack us with things causing multiple contusions due to their enragement or at least they had not yet.
See, this is one of the hazards with stunts of this nature as you may wind up standing naked in the street, deep into the night, and likely the only way out of it being a ride in a police car or beaten to shit by angry rummy Mods.
That last part was complete bullshit as there's no drama in leaping to the waiting vehicles and escaping, laughing into the night.
See, it's my duty to recall this one from time to time. There's some stuff from the past which, gee, I seem to have forgotten but I rejoice in this one and good luck explaining it to the kid stuffs.
You did fucking what?
Yah, he really did. Naked as a newborn baby who came into the world in the middle of a field after being delivered by a woman who works in a rice paddy and has to go back to work after the placenta is tied-off.
(Ed: thanks but I got the concept of naked fairly early into the statement)
Well, just in case. So that naked, yep.
The lads celebrated the glory of Jesus in our naked splendor and of course we were bound to share that glory with all we could find. Where better to do that than down in Clifton and we could run while shouting and waving our hands in the air like berserkers chased by angry hornets. Lights flashed and horns honked and whether that was in amusement or gross offense won't ever be known. We were fine with it either way.
Next the moment screamed to us. We were compelled to join the more genteel of the Clinton Cool where they congregated in a piano bar across the street from the College Inn where party happy college kids mostly hung about in the front and all manner of things happened in the back. For fulfillment of the Greater Glory, it had to be done.
And so we ran, first up one side of the lounge and then back down the other to burst to our well-earned freedom ... but not without being recognized. Such is the risk of such deeds too close to home but we didn't care because we knew our friends would be outside to whisk us away.
Nasty Ruth saw me and winked at which time I knew I was completely busted. Despite the base appellation, Nasty Ruth was National Merit scholarship material.
Everything went perfectly or it would have if our friends were there yet. Surprisingly, no-one chased us out of the bar to whack us with things causing multiple contusions due to their enragement or at least they had not yet.
See, this is one of the hazards with stunts of this nature as you may wind up standing naked in the street, deep into the night, and likely the only way out of it being a ride in a police car or beaten to shit by angry rummy Mods.
That last part was complete bullshit as there's no drama in leaping to the waiting vehicles and escaping, laughing into the night.
See, it's my duty to recall this one from time to time. There's some stuff from the past which, gee, I seem to have forgotten but I rejoice in this one and good luck explaining it to the kid stuffs.
You did fucking what?
Yah, he really did. Naked as a newborn baby who came into the world in the middle of a field after being delivered by a woman who works in a rice paddy and has to go back to work after the placenta is tied-off.
(Ed: thanks but I got the concept of naked fairly early into the statement)
Well, just in case. So that naked, yep.
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