Birth of the Blue Missile
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I told Larry this was not something I should mention.The lack of responces regarding this issue is as I expected.
But the look of everyones faces, the night we pulled to the top of a hill in Atlanta and launched one, was worth the effort.
Now back to what you guys want to read about
Andrew
Since the bulk of the story is about road trips there is one from the university of Miami days that bears repeating. When I showed up for registration I was assigned a room on the fifth floor of one of the dorms. My roommate was a guy named Joe. His father was in the jewelry business, mostly diamonds, and Joe would get the family business someday. This put him in the position of looking at school as more of a chance to make some money, rather than get an education. He was in the commodities business if you know what I mean. There was another character named Henry. I met Henry one morning while waking up. He was there sitting in a chair at the foot of my bed with a small aluminum baking pan, with his stash in it, rolling a joint. I asked him who he was and all he did was smile, light it and hand it to me. Later I found out he was a former student who wandered the dorm turning people on. He became a regular in our room.The parties were always small but they were frequent. One party of note occurred after Christmas break. I had made a bong out of a three-foot long piece of bamboo about three inches in diameter, with a bowl that would hold an ounce. It sat in the corner of the room looking at for quite a while before Joe decided it needed to be broken in. One evening he shut the door and said lets fire it up. We put some water in it and he filled the bowl. We tried to light it but the water pressure kept blowing what was in the bowl out all over the floor. Now there were six of us in the room, and the room was about fourty square feet. He said to hell with that, and emptied the water out of it and proceeded to shotgun the entire thing into the room after he got it lit. One of the guys that was there had his girlfriend with him. She was a born again Christian and had never done any drugs, she could barely walk out of the room with help. A little while later in the year Henry, I, and Joe and his girlfriend decided to take a road trip in her white fastback mustang. They all wanted to go to Disneyland in Orlando. It was fairly new and it sounded like a great Idea. We set the trip for up the morning Henry arrived and said he had some special treats for the road. We got our stuff together and met Lisa in front of the dorm and we took off for Disney. Henry then pulled out some blotter, which he and Joe took. Lisa and I refrained, she was driving and that was not in my repertoire. One thing you should know about Joe was that he had a black belt in Karate, was about five foot six, and could be a bit feisty. The trip went fine until we got to Disney; by that time Joe and Henry were feeling no pain, OK they were tripping their brains out. We paid to get in and started to explore the park. At that time Epcot had not been finished yet so it wasnt open, only the Magic Kingdom was. There were quite a few people wandering about that also included the larger than life characters in costume. All was fine until later in the afternoon Goofy came up to us and started to try to have some fun. We told him or her to leave us alone. Joe was especially not wanting to be harassed. Well Goofy picked up on this and focused in on Joe. Well Joe finally had enough of this and proceeded to plant a roundhouse kick on the side of Goofys sending him half way across the park. It was at that time we decided to go back home.
Organ grinder to monkeys---still hungry?