age 17,, was working on the farm in harrision mills bc. the farmer across the road ,tao by name, kept his farm gas in a drum not far off the road, i watched him fill his tractor many times. he had a 2" hose for siphining the gas out of the barrel
i was with my running buddys one night and we were almost out of gas. they asked "where can we steel some gas, i said "tao has a drum of gas near the road, ut the road was between his house and the house were i lived. we couldnt drive down there without being seen ,so we took a five gallon bucket and walked down to the house, the dog started barking but i knew him and called him to me so he was quit after that.
we got to the barrel and found taos big syphining hose, we were so impressed with how well the hose work we decided to take it with us.
we carried the bucket of gass to the car and then drove the car down to the river were we wouldnt be seen. wee took the bucket out of the trunk and set it on top of my car, 52 chevy,
we put the hose in the bucket and i got ready to syphin the gas into the car, i fgured with that big hose i would have to suck like hell to get the gas tho the hose.
i sucked on that hose with all my might. i gasped, sudered, spited , and swollowed what seemed like a gallon of gas.. i choked and caughed and all the time the gas was pouring out of the hose. then i tried to jam the hose in the gas tank, but the hose was to big around to go in the tank, gas was just spurting everywere. we were all staggering around laughing and yelling , and the two guys with me, doug stole, and marcell siegard, were both sucking on cigeretttes, its a wonder we didnt all burn to death right there.
anyway , we poured ass much gas as we could in the car , threw away the bucket and the hose and drove off. at that time i didnt even know i was high on the gas and fums i had inhaled, i guess we all were but we were drinking beer and didnt know the difference.
next morning when i was milking cows, tao came over and said, " john, i know u did it, i dont care about the gas, but i want my hose back, just bring it back and we wont say any more about it"
latter that day i went to the river and found his hose and after dark put it back were we got it. tao never did mention it again
when i think about these things i wonder how in hell i ever got to be 64 years old.
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