"6 & Davidson Series" (True) Life Stories By; Roberto Dilemma

"6 & Davidson Series Vol# 3-"The Night I Stuck My Hand In My Face"

The 6 & Davidson Series-Part 3

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“The Night I Stuck My Hand IN my Face” (By; Roberto Dilemma)

    Now this takes place in another time, at another place. Same characters, but earlier in, “The folly of youth.

    One night Dean and I met a person. This person we ran into twice.

The first time being while we were sitting on the playground at, “The School”. A lot of kids/young people hung around the school. In the summer there was summer Rec. This stood for summer recreation. It was usually overseen by a couple college kids, a young man (that seemed old to us then,) and a young woman.

This made it so the gym would be open, They would also be able to close off this little street and open a fire hydrant with an attachment on it that caused it to shoot straight up in the air. This was done on hot days. It keep us kids cool, gave us something to do. You see, I personally didn’t know of anyone with a pool at that time.

    This would also be where we sometimes took our little three piece band to “Jam” in the gym. A lot went on around this school when it was closed. Sort of a hang out, or meeting place.

    Anyway, we were in a stranger part, the place in the big field.. Where the grass grew a little too long and it met this, “Other Stuff”. Not gravel, Not sand…something ground up and organic, fine, but not that fine, weeds had a lot of trouble growing through it.

Well we were on the edge of the grass, both playing folk guitars, singing, practicing harmony.

    I had gotten these two colorful buttons or pins from a black dude I got mushrooms from. Good shrooms, dried. The man was a Devil worshipper . Paranoid, as fuck. I met him through a friend/middleman. I was always trying to cut out the middleman. I heard all the shit. He doesn’t want to meet anyone. He’s paranoid, weird,  kind of a freak, devil worshipper.

    Believing all these things were just meant to deter me from cutting him out of upping the price, pinching the stash I would not give up.

    Finally the guy says, “your both freaky, I’m getting spooked out by this mother fucker…and you and your brand of…whatever it is you believe. Well I told him about you and he’s willing  to meet you”.