The Rest of the Story

So you got half the story.

Here's the rest.

When we met the girls at the bowling alley, we made a date to have a party. Friday night. It was on Friday afternoon that Dave's Aunt got in her accident and we got arrested.

When we were in the back of the Patrol Car, the cop got called on a slow speed chase on the hiway, so we got to witness the apprehension of a bunch of illegal immigrants being intercepted at low speed by California's finest.

They ran a truck off of the road loaded with about 20 Farm workers that probably didn't understand English. They were not treated very nicely.

We were taken into jail and printed and processed, and put in a holding cell. We had our one phone call, so we called his Aunt. We had enough cash in the car to pay bail, but the car had been impounded, so we couldn't get to it.

Dave's Aunt and Uncle didn't have enough cash on hand to bail us out of jail, and the banks were closed, so they had to go to friends to borrow the money, but eventually we got out. We got a very stern lecture on how embarrasing it was to have to go to their friends to get the money to bail us out of jail.

It was Friday evening, and we had been invited to a party, and party we would.

We met the girls and went over at their house.

We were engaged in a very serious game of spin the bottle when we were interreupted by a bunch of very large and obnoxious boys.

It seems we had been used by the girls to make their boyfriends jealouse. Well it worked.

The Girlfriend of the schooll quarteback had chosen my friend Dave as her date. He and the rest of the football team took exception.

She managed to get them out of the house.

Party over, we had to take the other girls home.

When we left we were followed by another car. It was filled with people. We were not particularly polite when we dropped the girls off. We kinda slowed the car down, let them out and got the hell out of there.

After we dropped the last girl off, we tried to go home. We were on a back road, heading towards Dave's Aunt and Uncles place. No streetlights, about a half a mile of straight road, when they passed us.

They slammed on the brakes and people started jumping out of the car. They had chains and baseball bats. There were a whole bunch of them.

Dave tried to back up, but there wasn't enough light to see behind us.

Dave said "Hang on!" and jammed it back into drive and headed towards them. They jumped out of the way, and we floored it. We came down a long hill, and when we entered the Interstate we were doing about 120, sideways.

They chased us on back roads all the way back to where we were staying. Dave ran inside and grabbed a 30.06 off of the wall and went out to the front porch. When the other guys drove in, he showed them the gun, and they left.

We were stuck. Since we were arrested on Friday, court wasn't until Monday, so we had to stay in town.

Every time we left the house we were followed.

Eventually, a guy came over to talk to us and a meeting was arranged at the local pool hall.

We met and played a very intense game of pool, during which we agreed that we would be leaving town a soon as things were cleared at court.

I was never so glad to see a place in the rear view mirror as when we left Oroville.