PRISONER EXPRESS

Funny how I loved the ocean, but I hated the water... but my favorite trip was when one day I went to the Gulf Coast to see the waves, and experience the feeling of looking up at the ocean as if it is about to cover you up and swallow you up, but yet, it makes a sudden chicken turn, and goes right back to the depths of the ocean where it originated to begin with...weird...but, I sucked on that joint some more, and continued to look out at the ocean as far as I could see.

Small shapes could be seen, jumping up, leaping into the sky like they wanted to fly. I did not know if they were flying fish, or just dolphins that kept on playing leap frog. I do not know much about the water, so it was no doubt one of my favorite trips. I tried to count the sand and got tired. I try to count polka dots on the girls bikinis and that did not work for long...the stuff was good...so I kept losing count and had to keep starting over. I did not catch one fish. I did not even get a toe wet. And I did not even take off my boots to play in the sand. In fact, I sat on top of a big shark, the largest fish I had ever seen in my life. I helped some guys pull those two huge sharks out of the back of a blazer, and boy, was I excited to see alive, in from of my eyes two big killer sharks bigger, longer and that weighed more than I did.

Can you imagine that? Well, to be there, was one of the biggest experiences of my life. Just think, first time in my life, and I get to see the ocean, sun, girls, lots of sunshine, and then two big sharks...

All on my first trip to the ocean coast! WOW! I know that maybe other guys have had better trips, like for example my bro Gary, on his tenth day of speed balling, he was inside a shooting gallery a home where he and his buds used to hang out, and suddenly, he jumps out of the couch and runs to the door. Gasping for air, Gary plasters himself on to the outside wall of the dope house and starts to move very slowly along the wall, stoned out of his mind...and eyes dilated and moving all over the sky...mouth open and his hair with ten days of unkemptness, imagine that face! Gary kept his body pasted on the wall of the house and started to look for the edge of the house to make a run for it...but one of his dope buddies stopped him and told him to come back inside...but Gary was not having any of that, he told his friend that there was helicopter in the air shinning a light at the house in front....so, all of them should get the hell out of there... the friend walked with Gary step by step to the front of the house crouching down, so that the helicopter would not spot them...soon as they got near the front side of the house, the friend asked, Gary...where is it? 'There, There Look its up there you see it??" the friend stoop up and laughed...its not a helicopter...it's a star. What a trip that must have been ha ha.

How about blue, riding his dear horse Buster around the hood on the west side street of San Antonio...and all the while jugging up his quarts of beer...till he was drunk, and then Buster, decided to buck a bit and down goes Blue...haha and round and round they go, until Blue climbs back on and they continue off to their destination...I can see what a trip that must have been for Blue...but, I always get a kick out of it when the horse reacts to a woman during menstruation time...boy! Blue had a hard time controlling Buster, and that well, just imagine that kind of trip, how embarrassing it might be to try and walk a horse around all aroused and fighting you every step of the way haha. Poor Blue, and poor Buster....what a trip.

I guess that I could share a few of my other trips, but I feel that my last trip when I injured and hurt my wrist was a good one, not a lot of things happened, but I do recall when I was in the recovery room, looking at the ocean, while layed up in Galveston, TX prison hospital, this sea gull hovered outside my window, for a long long time. Maybe it recognized me for the time I went to the coast and shot one of his friends that tried to snatch the joint off my lip as I was trying to light it up....long time ago in 1977. but I never forgot that trip either. Oh well, I think that I best climb onto my space ship and go home, like ET said...Home...its where we all want the last trip to be from our prison cells. Each trip is an experience in life and there is a reason for each event, so don't forget to record them in your memory bank, and share it here with all of us.

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