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Oil Field Trucker Trainees of the Early 1960's (Outlaw Trainer, #1) (eBook, ePUB)

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Buzz was headed to Ontario, California so the three ran together to Barstow where Buzz went south on Ca.15 and Bill and Randy took Ca. 58 west to Bakersfield, when out of the blue Bill said, "you may never see Buzz again Randy. Some people come out here that can't live the life style we do. Randy smiled liking Bill using the word we! When Buzz arrived in Victorville at the Trading Post he met another driver named George Medina, a half Mexican that said to Buzz after they talked for a while, "this is as good a place to eat as any amigo". Buzz said, "sorry but I'm short on cash until payday, and George said, "come on amigo I buy your supper! That's when Buzz told George about meeting Bill and Randy and that Bill had bought his meals for two day's and said, "he had a kid with him and they were driving a red needle nose with a wench and tail roll on it on it. George said, 'that sounds like Bill McGee"! If he's been feeding you that's good enough for me Senior, George told him. Everyone west of the Mississippi knows that old trucker, amigo! He would be a driver good to get to know, George told Buzz! "He gave me a number to call him when I get empty in the morning, and he said he might have some freight out of here," Buzz said. "That is good amigo because freight is slow. All those trucks parked over there have been waiting three, four days for freight! When they finished eating George said, "let's go get some beer so we sleep good until time to roll off this mountain about two am in the morning." Randy told George, I don't drink alcohol but I'd like to have some weed! "Hey bro, my cousin lives here and he has lot's of weed. "How much you want amigo," he asked, ten pounds!" "No," Buzz shouted. "I just wanted to buy a joint!" "Buy a joint," George shouted! "The only place I've heard of someone buying a joint was in jail amigo, he told Buzz. Come on to my truck I have a lid of some good stuff from down south that you can have, Bro! Buzz was taking a liking to this half Mexican, and he'd seen some beautiful Mexican woman too that he'd like to meet! We live in a world of our own out here in beautiful California, George said. "I think they do in the north east too," Buzz told George. 'I've seen shit going on up there that people in Arkansas would burn you out for," Buzz said. "Hey Bro," George said, I want you to meet my sister. "Really," Buzz replied. "Yes," George said. "She wants to be an owner operator someday, and she hate beer, you two would be good for one another," George said handing buzz a photo after he wrote a phone number on the back and said, call her amigo. I will tell her about you! Buzz turned the photo over to see the most beautiful dark haired green eyed girl he'd ever laid eye's on. You've got to be shitting me he said happy. "I would be speechless," Buzz told him! "Call her," George said in a commanding voice! "It will be love at first sight, I promise amigo," he said smiling. Buzz looked at George and thought, is he shitting me!"

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This story has light adult content and a few dirty words! It is written purely from my imagination even though I did leave home at twelve years old. It was a dream of mine, to meet someone like Bill McGee who would really cared.
At age twelve I ran away for good; Mode of transportation, my thumb. I was hired to fix truck flats in a Mississippi truck stop working for three dollars a day, twelve hour shifts, seven days a week where I lived in the storage room for almost two years. That's where I learned to drive a big rig, bringing them around to the service bay, and back to the parking lot.
In 1964, I became a Carney at age 14 and worked for Royal American shows, winter grounds in Tampa Florida.
At 15, I was married. My one and only son was born and a few months later. I thumbed to Portales N.M. from Florida and worked the wheat harvest that year ending up on the streets of New Orleans where I spent time living in a cardboard box behind Camp Street Inn, in New Orleans La. the winter of 1967.
In February of 1968, I crawled out of the cardboard box one morning and started walking towards Mobile Al. eating out of winter gardens along the road with a new plan.
I went to a mission in Mobile where I cleaned up and was given clothes. Then I caught a truck to Tullahoma, Tennessee because I needed my mothers signature to enlist in the Army. I was seventeen years old. My wife divorced me after she discovered I joined the military.
Twenty years later, I came back to the mountain above where I grew up, staring into the valley below I wrote the song Hawkins Cove on my beer sack sitting on the steps at the foot of the, "The Cross." A monument standing on Sewanee Mountain outside of the town. A monument for the American soldiers that served in the American Wars since World War One.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: P -Hill
• Erscheinungstermin: 25. Juni 2018
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780463744734
• Artikelnr.: 53037843