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Keith Barrack
I like the hyper links, keep em coming walt!
Chris C, yeah, lol, I remember the break in well. I think Kim and I were already on Rocky ground. I think she was less impressed with me after prom when I had my neighbors Saab and I decided to Impress Monroe with it's awesome Turbo over drive, which *typically* kicks in around 70mph, that is....when you AREN'T in gear drive 2.
So, attempt #2 gear check...2nd gear? negative, Drive gear. Roger, engage acceleration...brace yourselves.
Pushing the car well over 100+ with Monroe, Kim and Wendy Barron in the car, it overheated pretty badly.
So, I think I spent the entire evening of Christine Phoelman's after prom party staring at an overheated, smokey Saab wondering how I would explain to my neighbor that I blew up his car (which actually turned out to be just fine after it eventually cooled down).
Kim tried to ease my mind some, but I also knew she wasn't too impressed with going as dangerously fast with as little driving experience as I had at that time in the first place. She was a trooper though, she sat by my side on somebody else's car hood as we stared at the smoldering Saab as if this was somehow going to fix it, all while a good times party was several yards away.
Anyway, a week later I was drunk at a party in Middleburg and me and Chris Arra were discussing that I felt the relationship was going down hill. At which point he said *dude, you gotha go shhthee her right nao man, like, throw thum rocksh at her winodow or thumthin*
I agreed, this was a most valiant attempt at romance and I think I saw it work in a movie once.
Upon our final arrival to Leesburg after further consuming more beers and illegal substances, my total inability to hit a window with a rock in my condition led me to crawling through the back door doggie door.
Your room was like right across from the dog door and Kim was waay upstairs and it was far too risky to try and get to her room, so I thought I would recruit you to do my bidding and go wake her to meet me. I know I *thought* I was whispering to you but when you're drunk a whisper is some how amplified by 4-5db, which startled the dog upstairs, which woke your dad, who wasn't the Kim I expected to see as I staggered about in the basement.
Kudo's to your dad though, seriously, anything short of pointing a gun at me or at least calling the cops is far more tolerance then I think I am capable of if and when I am faced with a similar situation concerning my daughter.
And that pretty much sealed the coffin in that relationship haha
HI KIM /wave
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