Ode to the Hessian
It was more cocaine than I had ever seen in my life. The plate on which it was heaped was squeeky clean and being held six inches in front of my face by Lynn. "No, thanks," I said. "You know you want to," he replied half-heartedly. The truth was that I did not want to, but Lynn did. He wanted to with the woman in the room with us, then I am sure he thought he would get to fuck her. That's Lynn for you.
I had rarely seen Lynn sober unless he was completely broke and his friends were all pissed at him. I never got pissed at him because I never expected anything from him. He was a big guy and I didn't want to fuck with him. He wasn't exactly smart, but he usually got me high, so he was a buddy. If I had buds, I always smoked him out, though he usually got his share and then some.
He never ran brakes and was totally proud of his 360 bunnyhops, rockwalks and tabletops. I never saw his bike dirty twice in the same day, either. He was into my bike and the tricks I did, though. My bike was usually dirty. I didn't bunnyhop, much, but I was learning hang-fives. He thought that it looked easy, so he tried one and rolled it about two feet his absolute first time. I was so pissed, and yet, I was not surprised at all.
After that, I rode with him alot more and got high alot more, too. I tried to get him to get a new bike, but he was a hood, through and through. He had pegs for awhile, but didn't really work on tricks too much.
One time we were riding by Chemeketa and he had Skyway pegs, which he had sharpened on a grinder. He would do kick-outs on trash cans (they were metal back then) and drag them around, among other things. He did a kick-out on a contruction barrier, knocking it into a hole alongside the road. Immediately, we saw the red and blues and there was no way we could get away, so we stopped. The officer made Lynn climb down into the muddy hole and retrieve the barrier. Typical Lynn.
I saw Lynn this summer while Paul and I were riding at the Marion Square Park basketball court one night. He had not changed at all. I hadn't seen him in probably 15 years, but he was still the same guy. He was homeless, pennyless, but his hair wasn't messed up...in fact, it was shaved. I was blown away to see him without rocker-locks. His hairstyle is coming back in fad, too, just look at Adam Perez.
Part of me wanted to save Lynn. A big part, to be honest. I wanted to give him my address and hire him to build cabinets and just help him out. It kinda saddened me that I knew better. Lynn is the kind of guy who gets chance after chance and always lets it pass on by. Back in the day, I didn't care and I miss that. With maturity comes a touch of a stale outlook. I knew that if I gave him anything, he'd use it all up and I'd be disgusted. I want to remember him as a good guy, which he is.
I hope he'll be kicking around Salem for years to come, but I think he is the type who goes with the flow and it all comes down to luck with those kinds.
So here's to luck, Lynn, you're gonna need it!
~J
http://www.hessian.org/
I had rarely seen Lynn sober unless he was completely broke and his friends were all pissed at him. I never got pissed at him because I never expected anything from him. He was a big guy and I didn't want to fuck with him. He wasn't exactly smart, but he usually got me high, so he was a buddy. If I had buds, I always smoked him out, though he usually got his share and then some.
He never ran brakes and was totally proud of his 360 bunnyhops, rockwalks and tabletops. I never saw his bike dirty twice in the same day, either. He was into my bike and the tricks I did, though. My bike was usually dirty. I didn't bunnyhop, much, but I was learning hang-fives. He thought that it looked easy, so he tried one and rolled it about two feet his absolute first time. I was so pissed, and yet, I was not surprised at all.
After that, I rode with him alot more and got high alot more, too. I tried to get him to get a new bike, but he was a hood, through and through. He had pegs for awhile, but didn't really work on tricks too much.
One time we were riding by Chemeketa and he had Skyway pegs, which he had sharpened on a grinder. He would do kick-outs on trash cans (they were metal back then) and drag them around, among other things. He did a kick-out on a contruction barrier, knocking it into a hole alongside the road. Immediately, we saw the red and blues and there was no way we could get away, so we stopped. The officer made Lynn climb down into the muddy hole and retrieve the barrier. Typical Lynn.
I saw Lynn this summer while Paul and I were riding at the Marion Square Park basketball court one night. He had not changed at all. I hadn't seen him in probably 15 years, but he was still the same guy. He was homeless, pennyless, but his hair wasn't messed up...in fact, it was shaved. I was blown away to see him without rocker-locks. His hairstyle is coming back in fad, too, just look at Adam Perez.
Part of me wanted to save Lynn. A big part, to be honest. I wanted to give him my address and hire him to build cabinets and just help him out. It kinda saddened me that I knew better. Lynn is the kind of guy who gets chance after chance and always lets it pass on by. Back in the day, I didn't care and I miss that. With maturity comes a touch of a stale outlook. I knew that if I gave him anything, he'd use it all up and I'd be disgusted. I want to remember him as a good guy, which he is.
I hope he'll be kicking around Salem for years to come, but I think he is the type who goes with the flow and it all comes down to luck with those kinds.
So here's to luck, Lynn, you're gonna need it!
~J
http://www.hessian.org/
posted by Voodstoc at 7:51 PM
2 Comments:
It's always a bummer to see old friends fallen even deeper into a hole that you know they wont get out of unless it is luck. I know a couple of people like this, they could be offered a $20 an hour job with free room and board and yet they smoke up instead and miss the appointment or something. It's like geez man, how do you think you get anywhere in life. I don't know, I think some people are happy to live that way. Not sure why, but hey, to each their own right?
He'll be o.k., but run... Some people arn't ready for help. Keep sending him good thoughts though.
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