The Silas Tornado Theory for when you do not have a basement or sufficient protection of that nature is head for the bathtub and pull something over you.
There was more confirmation of the theory yesterday as that was the Active Plan of the Day: if it gets quiet then that bitch is close ... head for the tub. All the noise in a big blowy storm can be scary and I really didn't think so much of it yesterday, I was just pissed it blew over the rubbish bins but it was making Yevette nervous so that was the word. Head for the bathtub, lady.
The big question is whether it's a bathtub built for two and this isn't the honeymoon suite but it's a fairly large, cast iron tub. If it won't fit two then you know what the gentleman has to do, right? (larfs)
(Ed: run for your fookin' life because the lady gets the tub?)
Right you are, matey. Make sure your track shoes are handy.
I'm not a gentleman as I would do it ... but I would hate it. A gentleman would do it willingly. Fuck that! I don't want to get blowed away! Of course I will do it ... but I won't like it! (larfs)
There was agreement on the Silas Tornado Theory last night as Yevette was talking to a friend so I asked if the friend concurs about the bathtub being the best move. He told her he had heard of a woman using the bathtub cover ... and tornado blew the house down around her ... zero injuries. So, yep, I'll call that confirmation.
In Texas I gather bedrock is not so far below the surface and that makes it impossible or extremely expensive to build houses with basements. Unknown if that's really true but it's credible to me. In any case, they usually do not have basements. It's similar in California as they don't either but tornadoes are rare out there ... and, wtf, it never rains in San Diego.
Cincinnati houses often have basements and maybe you think that's a waste but I saw more tornadoes in Cincinnati than Yevette has seen in Texas and she has lived here for much of her life. Texas sometimes gets bigger ones but Cincinnati had one which smoked Xenia, Ohio. The tornado went through downtown and ripped the living hell out of the city.
Doc and I had been watching the tornadoes because they were hopping along a ridge on the other side of the Mill Valley (i.e. other side of Central Parkway, I-75, etc) but they didn't get to full bore until they hit Xenia and whammo. The place was so wasted they were doing specials on The Discovery Channel for quite a while.
Yevette said, despite all those years in Texas, she has never seen a tornado but those Xenia tornadoes weren't the only ones and sometimes the family would hang about the front yard watching funnel clouds passing overhead and looking to see if any might touch down. They don't always make it but you damn sure don't want to be under it if it does.
Up there we had a definite escape plan as the basement in the house was made of stone a foot thick. Ain't ever been a tornado which could budge those. The house may come down but it won't break those stones.
That was the Pagan Refuge on Hosea Avenue in Clifton. That house was so full of magic they probably still can't get it all out (larfs). There was a lotta, lotta trippin' in that house and around it. You can believe that magic, alright ... we saw it! (larfs)
There was no screwing with designer drugs as this was LSD-25, mescaline, and, rarely in the early days, psilocybin (my favorite). In fact, the first trip I ever took was on Orange Sunshine, the grandaddy of them all. These are absolutely not soul-sucking drugs or I would not mention them. There's no chance of getting addicted to any of them, they just don't work that way.
None of them should be taken casually as playing with your mind is a wee bit more than a video game. None of them should be taken if you're unsure as that's the same as inner skiing: if you think you will crash then you will ski to a place you will probably crash and ... guess what.
For the neighbors, we were out of control heathens ... and we were ... but take a look ... it's a LOT more fun and, hey, no injuries! (larfs) We didn't hurt anyone and the only one who even got a scratch was me with a small one in a car crash. The insurance guy even offered me a check for it but I laughed and waved him off. Even then I had this stupid idea of don't take somethin' if it ain't yours. Silly me (larfs).
Note: never did shake that one.
I have excluded motorcycles from the above as there was substantial damage to my corpus and later to Doc but Lotho was too damn good at it to crash. In no case did any of us injure anyone else. Injuring civilians is absolutely verboten for real gofasters.
Very few of us really took to a conventional lifestyle but all were successful in whatever we set out to do. Maybe you look at grinding poverty now as a failure and financially it is but much less in any other context and some substantially better than any previous success, specifically in music, than could have been achieved otherwise.
Poverty has also given me a profound perspective on humanity, giving, taking, and all manner of things which are impossible to achieve any other way. I would not wish this on anyone but there are some intangible benefits which can sometimes be the finest kind.
So, yah, staying alive in a bathtub is damn sure not joshing. That's the active defense plan! Whatever else the plan, at least it must keep you alive (larfs).
Yah, I guess that might be mildly political.
There was more confirmation of the theory yesterday as that was the Active Plan of the Day: if it gets quiet then that bitch is close ... head for the tub. All the noise in a big blowy storm can be scary and I really didn't think so much of it yesterday, I was just pissed it blew over the rubbish bins but it was making Yevette nervous so that was the word. Head for the bathtub, lady.
The big question is whether it's a bathtub built for two and this isn't the honeymoon suite but it's a fairly large, cast iron tub. If it won't fit two then you know what the gentleman has to do, right? (larfs)
(Ed: run for your fookin' life because the lady gets the tub?)
Right you are, matey. Make sure your track shoes are handy.
I'm not a gentleman as I would do it ... but I would hate it. A gentleman would do it willingly. Fuck that! I don't want to get blowed away! Of course I will do it ... but I won't like it! (larfs)
There was agreement on the Silas Tornado Theory last night as Yevette was talking to a friend so I asked if the friend concurs about the bathtub being the best move. He told her he had heard of a woman using the bathtub cover ... and tornado blew the house down around her ... zero injuries. So, yep, I'll call that confirmation.
In Texas I gather bedrock is not so far below the surface and that makes it impossible or extremely expensive to build houses with basements. Unknown if that's really true but it's credible to me. In any case, they usually do not have basements. It's similar in California as they don't either but tornadoes are rare out there ... and, wtf, it never rains in San Diego.
Cincinnati houses often have basements and maybe you think that's a waste but I saw more tornadoes in Cincinnati than Yevette has seen in Texas and she has lived here for much of her life. Texas sometimes gets bigger ones but Cincinnati had one which smoked Xenia, Ohio. The tornado went through downtown and ripped the living hell out of the city.
Doc and I had been watching the tornadoes because they were hopping along a ridge on the other side of the Mill Valley (i.e. other side of Central Parkway, I-75, etc) but they didn't get to full bore until they hit Xenia and whammo. The place was so wasted they were doing specials on The Discovery Channel for quite a while.
Yevette said, despite all those years in Texas, she has never seen a tornado but those Xenia tornadoes weren't the only ones and sometimes the family would hang about the front yard watching funnel clouds passing overhead and looking to see if any might touch down. They don't always make it but you damn sure don't want to be under it if it does.
Up there we had a definite escape plan as the basement in the house was made of stone a foot thick. Ain't ever been a tornado which could budge those. The house may come down but it won't break those stones.
That was the Pagan Refuge on Hosea Avenue in Clifton. That house was so full of magic they probably still can't get it all out (larfs). There was a lotta, lotta trippin' in that house and around it. You can believe that magic, alright ... we saw it! (larfs)
There was no screwing with designer drugs as this was LSD-25, mescaline, and, rarely in the early days, psilocybin (my favorite). In fact, the first trip I ever took was on Orange Sunshine, the grandaddy of them all. These are absolutely not soul-sucking drugs or I would not mention them. There's no chance of getting addicted to any of them, they just don't work that way.
None of them should be taken casually as playing with your mind is a wee bit more than a video game. None of them should be taken if you're unsure as that's the same as inner skiing: if you think you will crash then you will ski to a place you will probably crash and ... guess what.
For the neighbors, we were out of control heathens ... and we were ... but take a look ... it's a LOT more fun and, hey, no injuries! (larfs) We didn't hurt anyone and the only one who even got a scratch was me with a small one in a car crash. The insurance guy even offered me a check for it but I laughed and waved him off. Even then I had this stupid idea of don't take somethin' if it ain't yours. Silly me (larfs).
Note: never did shake that one.
I have excluded motorcycles from the above as there was substantial damage to my corpus and later to Doc but Lotho was too damn good at it to crash. In no case did any of us injure anyone else. Injuring civilians is absolutely verboten for real gofasters.
Very few of us really took to a conventional lifestyle but all were successful in whatever we set out to do. Maybe you look at grinding poverty now as a failure and financially it is but much less in any other context and some substantially better than any previous success, specifically in music, than could have been achieved otherwise.
Poverty has also given me a profound perspective on humanity, giving, taking, and all manner of things which are impossible to achieve any other way. I would not wish this on anyone but there are some intangible benefits which can sometimes be the finest kind.
So, yah, staying alive in a bathtub is damn sure not joshing. That's the active defense plan! Whatever else the plan, at least it must keep you alive (larfs).
Yah, I guess that might be mildly political.
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I have wrecked more bikes than you and Doc combined. But do to divine intervention I never hit anything while sliding and due to the incredible leather jacket I wore have very few scars to show for it.
That leather jacket is still alive some 30 years later
The girls were it at times. And most times they were it someone tries to buy it. Second most famous jacket in the family behind Doc's leather fringe fir the 70's
I digress I wasnt that good just that lucky
Good preparation is always the better part of keeping your ass in one piece! (larfs)
Lucky does not control a motorcycle at 160 mph! I ain't hearin' that!
I do remember that fringed jacket too. Those jackets should be in the fookin' Smithsonian! (larfs)
There was something silly cool about tooling around in that fringed jacket when riding. All those fringes would flap like crazed maniacs ... but it looked too cool! (larfs)
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