I spent a year in Tucson, among others. I like the fountain downtown to sit and its transient friendly, at least it was. 1989, I was 19, me and I buddy from the East had cool house right next to the college, it had a mother in law suite, it was cheap for people from the East.
We went to school and partied a little but after awhile he went back East and I stayed. I had a job at a Circle K, the night shift, I needed room mates which was never a problem. These two girls come in, steal beer, get me fired and move into the house, I went to the suite.
The first day the little hardcore tight bodied redneck dessert girl comes in driving a JACKED UP Nova fastback. She came in allright. Little thing, angry and sexy as hell, from the desert, not a collage chick. The car, the girl, Lord! She angrily yanks a small motorcycle thing from the trunk, gets on and starts a run through the yard straight into the choya ( jumping cactus, its bad). She's all ****** up bleeding from gashes and scrapes, she's mad as hell and ALWAYS was.
Her voluptuous and big red headed friend just lets her go, casually says something to me about something and goes inside like she owned it all along. I realized what she said was, " There is a party coming, watch out."
I heard it before I saw it. A horde, a true horde, beer kegs lofted high, kids rowdy and shirtless, skaters, punks, stoners, thieves and bandits. These people stayed for six months, hell, might still be there for all I know. It got bad, these were not college kids, they were from the desert.
It went on straight for a long time. The girls were young strippers and knew some harcore dudes that could get and do anything. It really was crazy, I had big ass guns pointed in my face by very jacked up motherfuckers just because. BIG SHINY GUNS You could look down the barrel and see the bullet. It wasn't like that all the time, sometimes it was GREAT! I learned to avoid the two dudes who drove separate but matching dark red IROC Z's and always were together. These people were from the desert.
So that is where I went but not before going totally "fear and loathing" in Tuscon.
Met a sweet thing with a Blue Bug and another with a Yellow
Met so many women that'd be kind to fellow
There was so many that I'd often wander
State to state , yonder to yonder.
I'll tell more stories about tripping balls in the desert and other sorts of things that makes most men not look like men.
I learned a lot of my skills from being sent to Outward Bound as a teenager and walking from Virginia to Maine. It wasn't because I got straight A's that I got to go there but I had a very good time kicking the crap out of big black dudes who kept falling down and crying, sometime they kicked the crap out of me.
I can gladly deal with a sadistic horse farm owner and some stank rank poon but I learned long ago when its time to call it quits.
