You know why I like these songs? It isn't because I'm a New Yorker enjoying the musicality of it...it's because I've lived this shit. I went to a bar with a friend and my bro and his wife, and I took off with an idiot in his truck to make out...when we came back to my bar my brother was waiting in parking lot. He had a shotgun, cocked it and pointed it at my temporary boyfriend's head and said "wtf is going on because you're dying in 3 seconds if I don't like what you say."
At that point, I stepped between the gun and the retard's head, pushed the barrel up and said "What the hell lis wrong with you?" while my sister in law, who was driving, was screaming, "GET IN THE CAR JUST GET IN THE CAR"....I jumped into the passenger seat of our weird little car, bro started to get into the back..and she started driving out. A modern day rack...his front half was in the car with the gun, as she was driving over his foot. I remember him screaming, "You're killing me! ******* stop or keep driving..." he was being stretched to death. My buddy and I were laughing our asses off. Sis in law kept driving, and bro finally pulled his poor, stretched body into the back seat...and that asshole in his pickup tailgated us for 30 miles between John Day and Dayville. My brother in the back screaming the whole time, "Pull over, I'm killing that bastard!' And my s.i.l. screaming back, "We're not stopping, dammit." While my bud and I laughed our asses off.
Finally, at destination Dayvill (population 143) we pulled over at the church parking lot, and my brother bailed out ready to kill this guy..again...
And the guy gets out of his pick-em-up truck (think 55 Chevy) and said "Hey dude, let's party!"
At that point the male idiots got out....and sis in law and I said, "we're going home. Enjoy the walk".
Dumbass with his pickup backed down over a birm next to the John Day River and those three drunk retards split their spleens pushing him up so he didn't smash the rock baptismal pool at the bottom of the green, grassy,birm.
Classic shit. You never forget that crap. Gimme three steps, dammit.
We felt sort of sorry for him after that....
