The Phantom Finger
Monday, 2. November 2009, 01:54:43
That brings me to this morning. My friend Peppermint aka Linda (L2D2) inquired as to whether we had remembered to set our clocks back last night here in the USA. Now what kind of question is that? What kind of short attention span, focus-challenged, disorganized idiot would forget to change their clocks? It's only done twice a year. It's NOT Rocket Science or Brain Surgery. When it comes time to do it, you just do it! Does someone have to spoon feed you a reminder? Sheesh! Some people! What's that, you ask? Ohhh, you want me to stop rambling and just answer the question? Just one question … what WAS the question?
Be that Screwup as it may, it's time to reveal the complex, twist & turn-riddled Scare Fest of a story behind that title. Hmmm? I don't know. Maybe I should reveal only 1 sentence of it per week. Otherwise, if I unleash it all at once, I can't be sure that I wouldn't be exposing y'all to an over the legal limit of fear, shock, terror, horror and permanent mental scarring.
This flashback will take us back to when I was in the 3rd Grade. My family lived in this pecan farming community outside this small New Mexico town. We had just moved there early that Summer. We had come over from a small town in Texas. There was a main street that divided the community into two sections. My older brother, who was in the 6th Grade, and I had made one main friend there. His name was Lalo. Lalo was OK, despite his propensity for lying and exaggerating.
If it was any consolation, at least Lalo was ONLY a Lying Exaggerator.
Our 3rd friend was named Carlos … aka Carli. Carli? WTF? That's too close to Carly.
Liars and Exaggerators and Backstabbers, Oh My!
Liars and Exaggerators and Backstabbers, Oh My!
Liars and Exaggerators and Backstabbers, Oh My!
To reiterate … by now, it's difficult to pinpoint WHY, but for some reason, a riff had developed between our little group of my older brother, Lalo and I vs. the guys on the other side of the main street. The probable theory is that either Backstabber Sergio or Backstabber Carli had something to do with having planted the seed with the other guys about us. As it was, it was no secret that it had been conveyed that they were out to get us. That's right, as in if those other guys got the opportunity to get us in a face to face situation, they were gonna administer us a Beat Down.
One afternoon, my brother, Lalo and I were out bike riding. We stopped on our side of the street to watch as the Hoods were playing Football on a field on the other side of the street. They saw us and actually yelled out, "Heyyy! Y'all wanna come and play? We can use some more guys." We were like, "No! Are y'all kidding? Y'all just want to gang up on us and beat us up!" They were like, "No! That's NOT true. That was just some misunderstanding."
I'm a bit foggy with the details of why or how, but I do definitely recall that somehow, for some reason, somewhere around that time, we started ---
That unexpected day did come about. One afternoon, my brother, Lalo and I were again out bike riding. We happened to be stopped at that same spot where we had executed the infamous Finger Throwing Fest. We were caught off guard. We looked behind us and 3 of the Hoods had come upon us on their bikes. There was no time to head for the hills. Crap! I'll paraphrase, but the bigger of the 3 Hoods went something like, "Well, well, look who we have here! It seems I recall the last time we saw each other, y'all were boldly throwing fingers at us." We were scared out of our wits as we imagined the Beat Down that was about to likely ensue. I can't remember if it was my brother or Lalo, but one of them came up with the quick-thinking, but lame and implausible excuse / explanation that, "Oh, No! We weren't throwing Fingers at y'all. We were Clapping as y'all played Football."
We went back & forth with us desperately pleading our case, as ludicrous, lame and implausible as it was. Anything to delay the commencement of the Beat Down and preferably to prevent it all together. Eventually we somehow got out of that mess unscathed. I think Big Hood Dude eventually figured he had scared the Crap out of us enough. Either that or perhaps he eventually felt there was reasonable doubt. MAYBE … he bought our Phantom Finger defense. Yep, maybe we convinced him that there was NO Finger, Fingers or Finger Throwing going on after all.










