Leaving a Boston bar at 2 am is always a big production. At this time you have hundreds of patrons pouring out of the bars in search of a limited number of cabs. Boston, in its infinite wisdom shuts down T services at midnight; forcing all bar goers to take cabs. One night out Sean, Brittany, Buddy W and me found ourselves standing on the street corner near the commons begging for cabs. Each cab was either on their way to pick up someone who called or already had customers. With each passing cab, our desperation grew.
The four of us wandered westward towards Allston/Brighton in the hopes we could catch a passing cab. As we approached the western edge of the Boston Commons a Ford Explorer stopped and the driver began talking to Buddy. Unbeknownst to me, Jordan had arranged for the driver of the Explorer to drive us back home to Allston. Once this was arranged Buddy jumped into the backseat. Throughout elementary school, we are ingrained to never accept rides from strangers but in our alcohol addled minds this seemed like a genius idea. Little did we know that we would end up strongly regretting this decision.
The fact that we had wound up in a vehicle on its way to Allston was a great relief and the driver and his girlfriend seemed very personable. In a friendly manner, Buddy engaged the driver in conversation. “So, where are you guys from?” Jordan asked innocently enough. “We’re from Foxborough. I graduated high school there in 1997,” responded the driver. Jordan incredulously responded, “Holy shit, you’re fucking old.” The driver obviously offended returned, “Go fuck yourself!” This drive was not off to a good start.
Quickly changing the subject I asked the driver what he did for work. He responded nonchalantly, “I’m not really working now, just sort of dealing coke on the side.” Being on the verge of blackout drunk I decided I needed to learn more about his trade. “Do you have any guns as you engage in a dangerous business,” I asked. “Yeah I actually have a 9 mm in the trunk.” WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST GET INVOLVED IN? The four of us nervously look at each other. As we were questioning our the decision making processes the driver changed the subject.
The driver looked back at us and asked, “Doesn’t my girlfriend looking fucking gorgeous?” She was certainly no smokeshow but as not to offend we nodded in agreement. At this point, the driver grabbed her tits and pulled down on her shirt exposing them. “She has a fucking beautiful pussy, you should see it.” The girlfriend started to get agitated at this. The driver then rubbed her face and said, “she has a beautiful face too. I love you baby.” We were trying to hold back laughter at this whole situation. And before we knew it, we were in Allston. The last thing we wanted was for this 30 year old coke dealer to know where Sean lived so we had him stop about a half mile from his house.
The next morning I awoke and thought that the previous night’s car ride was simply a dream. It wasn’t until the four of us recounted the night that we realized that we all could have been killed. After that experience we all agreed never to take rides from strangers again.
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