Tuesday, October 23, 2007

He's back folks... and with a story.

So after a little hiatus from the ever popular world wide web, I have returned to spread joy to the masses.

My brother told me that he wanted to go to San Jose from where he was staying in Tracy (about 60 miles), the problem was that he doesn't have a car or a drivers license. He had been looking for somebody to give him a ride, but was coming up short. Then an almost miracle coincedence happened.

Our cousin Mark pulled up in front of his house in a little white car and yells out, "hey cousin, I'm going to San Jo, you wanna go?" My brother hopped in immediately and they started driving. My cousin Mark is not a role model, so kids don't do what's told here. My brother looks over at Mark, who's throwing back little bottles of whiskey like you find at the liquor store, and Mark looks back at him and says, "oh, just to let you know, I don't have any brakes." My brothers eyes got huge and as he opens his mouth to talk, Mark tells him, "but don't worry, I've got an E Brake. I call it thrill riding." They went thrill riding right over the Altamont Pass, which happens to be a 6% grade downhill on one side of it. When they get over the pass, Mark pulls into a Safeway parking lot in Pleasanton, stops the car, and jumps out. He leans into the window and tells my brother, "I don't have any plates either, so keep an eye out for me cousin." He then runs to a car parked a couple of spots down and rips off the license plate, and proceeds to slap it onto his piece of shit car.

My brother has explained that he's never catching a ride with Mark again.