Bootlegging your way into college (part two) (659 hits)
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Submitted by GroundHogSlayer (View user info) at 2005-04-14 11:54:56 EDT
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64212 (part one)
Calvin: Don't relax too much...cops know were coming.
Me:...what?
Calvin: This is a hot job. The cops know about it.
Me:...you're fucking me?
Calvin: (I shit you not look)
Me: Oh shit.
I didn't cry. I didn't shit a brick. I didn't beg to be let out. I didn't put the .38 in my mouth and squeeze the trigger. I just sat there...silent. Though I appeared cool, I was panicking on the inside. All the usual bullshit that pops into ones head when that person knows he's fucked started running through my mind. "Why'd I do this?" "I'm such an idiot." "How can I get out of this?" "Please help me God." "It's Calvin's fault." Wait a moment...Calvin.
I glanced over at my "dear" cousin. His eyes seemed to be concentrated on the road, but I noticed they glanced around at everything every few seconds. That asshole has to be so fucking cool right now while I'm trying to fight a miscarriage. Oh...oh...now he has to light a cigarette and start smoking. Ok Mister Badass, fuck you! I don't need this. I can tell the school that I'm dirt poor; they'll give me the money to go to school. Take that Bitch!!
After saying that in my head I realized what it meant...that I'd accept charity. No...fucking...way. I'm a Scott, I earn my dues and don't take charity from nobody. Especially the government. Alright Calvin, you fucked me over, but I'll do it, let's just finish this shit.
Calvin: I'm sorry I didn't tell you that we'd be in deep shit from the get-go.
Me: (thanks asshole)...ah, it's ok. I didn't know the cops cared that much about moonshine though?
Calvin: They usually don't.
Me: Then why this run?
Calvin: You're a smart lad...figure it out yourself. Who'd we get it from?
Me: Mayhem. (It now clicked) They wanna bust his ass for something?
Calvin: Correctus.
Me: And that's why we were paid so much...
Calvin: ...right.
Me: ...and that's why we're armed...
Calvin: ...wrong there buddy. We're armed for reasons that I shan't disclose with you until later. Oh...and on that note, if we get pulled over...do...not...pull...it...out.
Me: I'll keep that in mind.
Calvin: Seriously, I know you and your shooting ways. Don't try anything, ok?
Me: Ok, Ok.
Calvin: cigarette?
Me:...I quit, you know that.
Calvin: I stole this tobacco from the Smiths man.
I took a cigarette and Calvin's light.
Since being tightasses with money, we had to make our own cigarettes, and steal the tobacco. We usually just go around to local tobacco farmers and ask for anything they can spare or just sneak a few leaves while they're not looking. Calvin was a God at rolling cigarettes and the Smiths had the best crop around. I couldn't resist.
I tried to relax again, but I kept Calvin's word close, and stayed as alert as possible. Laying back in the seat, puffing out smoke, and concentrating on the rear view mirror seemed good enough for me. Calvin too, he didn't say anything to me about it. Taking the last puff of the cigarette, I rolled down the window and flicked it outside. For some reason I find joy in watching stuff fly out of a moving vehicle, and watched the butt hit the ground and be immediately run over by a white jeep. A white jeep with a blue light on the dash board.
Me: Calvin?
Calvin: Yo?
Me: Is that a...
Calvin:..cop behind us? I believe so.
Me: What do we do?
Calvin: You just sit tight and hold on. We're almost there.
Me: Almost where?
Calvin: A place where we can lose the copper.
Me: Can?
Calvin: Don't worry, we will.
"You'd better be right mother fucker," I said under my breath as I looked back into the mirror at the cop.
Calvin: Let me see. One...two...three...four...eighth one on the left...I believe...this is the turn...HOLD ON!
I'd been paying attention to what he was saying but it didn't quite register until he did a complete 90 degree angle turn into what appeared to be thick woods. I bashed my head in the window, but paid it no mine. We were now on a one lane road that was surrounded by trees, muddy as hell, and probably led to nowhere. I looked back to see if the cop had followed and was frightened to see blue light cutting through the trees, though I couldn't see the actual car.
Me: He's back there.
Calvin: No shit.
Me: Hey, I'm only trying to help.
Calvin: Well do me a favor and shut the hell up. We'll lose him in a moment.
Calvin had lost his cool, I could tell that much, but there was confidence in his voice that reassured me. He took a turn. He took it sharp...very sharp. He almost hit the trees, and I pissed myself. I looked back at the cop to see him slam into the trees, but keep coming.
Calvin: Fuck...ok fucker, let's see you take on the mud pit.
Oh Jesus. I was gonna die. I knew it; it was all I could think about. Calvin was now revving up to 80 on what seemed to be a straight path, but I knew it would end up in a curve...and then we would die.
Calvin: Come on fucker...hey Paul (that's me); hold on to your nuts.
I did.
We seemed to take a jump cause a fraction of a second later my stomach was in my intestines, but it didn't feel right...like a normal jump. It felt like we were going down a hill, at a horrible speed. I glanced at the speedometer and read 120 mph. Jesus.
Calvin: Keep holding your nuts man!
I kept doing so.
Then we hit...something. The truck seemed to have hit or snagged something that had slowed it down in a nanosecond.I lunged forwar but the seat belt held me down. Whatever it was splashed on the window shield and made a squelching noise. Mud. The truck fought it for a few minutes, found some ground, then took off on the other side of the hill. I looked back just in time to see the cop hit the mud and have the entire front end taken under. I sighed a sigh of relief. So did Calvin.
Calvin: Mud pit. If you don't hit it at more than 120, you get stuck.
Me: Pretty neat trick.
Calvin: I always thought so. Ok, since were talking, I need to tell you what to do when we pull this thing over.
Me: I'm listening.
Calvin: Ok, There's a fork up here, we're gonna go down the right road. When we get to the end, you get out with the backpacks behind the seat (I looked and found them), and start loading the moonshine in them. We're gonna have to haul that stuff about a mile through the woods to another place with two vehicles. One of them is another truck that we load the moonshine in. The other is my truck that we'll go home in. Understand?
Me: We just leave the stuff there?
Calvin: Yeah, somebody else will get it.
Me: What about this truck?
Calvin: Fuck it. We just leave it at the end of the road, and either one of the Mayhems will pick it up, or somebody else.
Me: And what do we need the guns for?
Calvin: The hike. You never know what you'll see in the woods at midnight. Last time I ran into a what appeared to be a four foot rabid pussy cat. Thought a gun might be necessary this time around. Cuase you never really know what's in them woods...it always surprises me. A bear, a jackal, cougar, a drunken menacing boy hungry mountain rapist...
We both began to giggle.
We didn't talk again until we were in his truck going home.
Calvin: So how do you like bootlegging?
Me: It's...it's (I tried to think of a way to describe it)...it's work.
Calvin: Work that you could do?
Me: Most definitely.
Calvin: Cool. You'll have to do this when I'm at college. You and your brother can do it. It's about 3 runs or more a month, and the pay ranges from $750 to $1000.
Me: Well then, looks like I'll be going to college too...
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Submitted by Duke_Diggler (user info) at 2005-04-19 04:08:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
great story, and well told. i couldnt wait to read this second part and only now found it in older messages. thanks for the tale man :)
Submitted by MrWillard (user info) at 2005-04-19 02:33:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2005-04-14 20:31:25 EDT (#)
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Hey, these are pretty cool.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-04-14 16:32:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by GroundHogSlayer (user info) at 2005-04-14 13:19:20 EDT (#)
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Umm...we got roughly 500. It wouldn't be so high under normal cricumstances, but for some reason the cops knew about the run, so the guy had to pay us more to compinsate. Usauly it'd be around 200 or so. Oh and the backpack thing. They were custom made (and heavy as shit) so we could carry everything in them.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-04-14 13:06:37 EDT (#)
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Don't matter if it's true or not, it's a kickass story.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-04-14 13:05:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by GroundHogSlayer (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:59:51 (#)
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i know it's a lot of bs, we never picked up a cop or anything. it was really quite boring to tell you the truth. so i just improvised on a story a guy once told me on how he got rid of cops. if it offends you, -2 me
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Doesn't really offend, just started out a lot stronger.
How much did it pay, if the whole thing wasn't made up?
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-04-14 13:05:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by GroundHogSlayer (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:59:51 (#)
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i know it's a lot of bs, we never picked up a cop or anything. it was really quite boring to tell you the truth. so i just improvised on a story a guy once told me on how he got rid of cops. if it offends you, -2 me
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Doesn't really offend, just started out a lot stronger.
Submitted by GroundHogSlayer (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:59:51 EDT (#)
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i know it's a lot of bs, we never picked up a cop or anything. it was really quite boring to tell you the truth. so i just improvised on a story a guy once told me on how he got rid of cops. if it offends you, -2 me
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:53:32 EDT (#)
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too much BS
120 on a dirt road? Only if you're a pro driving a rally car, especially at night.
BTW that fast into thick mud would rip the axles off anything but a heavy duty truck, which coincidentally could never go that fast
twas ok though
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:21:19 EDT (#)
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This was a huge letdown, too much impossible BS.
The biggest thing is the money paid, for 700-1000 bucks that has to be a lot of moonshine, much more than two people can carry in back packs.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:19:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool story.
Submitted by CLAIRE1 (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:05:55 EDT (#)
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The first part was better but this was definitly +2 worthy. Good job. Keep at it.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2005-04-14 12:02:40 EDT (#)
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