biker week in wildwood

soooooo. im tagging along with the family for a fun weekend in cape may. this weekend is biker week in wildwood and there are choppers and whatever your motorcycle idea of the badass variety consists of, tons of em. the ride was rough. 4 people in a van that have very conflicting perspectives. three dogs, one terminally ill, and one cat. fiesta!

buddy would not give up his seat. he yelped and snarled at me when i had to show him who gets choice. this later left me on the floor. i was so tired the seat wasnt doing it for me and i lay on my back on the floor of the van. ipod on. 46 songs when i checked this morning. 20, being generous, i skipped through while coherent. thats 26 more that just sorta played to a slumbering... thing. but yeah jiffy throws up, so i was mindful of that. but yeah, buddy sat on the seat for a while, but when i woke up in cape may, all three dogs were near me in some fashion.

after a day on the beach with persistent background revs and what have you, i hit the boards. have some vodka tonnies at the house, mess around with the internet, routers and such. tease my niece into saying wierd shit to her parents. hit up the great noreaster. wax poetic with ant. get tempted into the spring shot. do it. said it was the first ride in a while he was actually scared of. i was scared shitless too. but being scared is funny. it stimulates interesting thoughts, you have to know.

great day, get back to the house base, and have urge for more. 1030pm. hit the bar scene in cape may. fuckin scary. where are these people from? what sort of lifestyle do they lead outside of capemay. gettin trashed folks. lit.

so thats why i get lit. my way. this show weeds, it will fuck your life. im irritable as fuck. more acute, snipping at these bitches whenever they fuck up. i think its normal, they think, prick. so i go to wawa for papers, nothing. ask guy if he knows papers store nearby, "no sir none that would be open now." well shit. dont need to, just booze. never. get back in line get dutch. score. sit in van and roll it, score score. alls thats left is someone to share it with. oh . boy.

well, sittin at a bar solo. nothing inspiring you to do anything further. even smoking outside, mutants. but dour. so so dour. order my 3rd vodka tonic, think i said gin and tonic, to the guy taking my drink orders all nite. it was an odd exchange, but it was an exchange, which makes this part odd. some other bartender comes up, asks if i need anything, i say "vodka tonic," sure got it. so 4th drink. sit at a table with two drinks, some cover band playing "8675309," "southern man," dude all sorts of silly shit, think i heard some killers. people were dancing. dancing. fucking dancing. i wanted to dance.

not going good. just drunk, 3rd drink, one from my normal guy, doesnt taste like vodka tonic. thats why i think i said, gin and tonic, but it didnt even taste like tonic. i dont know what it was. sorta made me weary. on top of everything else. hey, played some 11 ball. 112 at best, and thats like 6 games. 60s consistent. what time is it? 1230. gaysauce. gotta just bounce, christmas pics tomorrow, hit the beach, hit the hay.

get on the beach and investigate my shit. maybe someone will creep on share style. not many stars. rained a lil earlier. chillin. peeps creep, but lookin nook, bounce up the beach to where the bar was. hit the wet sand and stare. buzzin. cant get relit, stash n bounce. bouncin, heads rollin? share time? gettin jumped, rollin at me hard. cops (3). oh. hey. i know my rights?

"whatcha doin"
"smokin a cigarette"
"didnt look the way you were lightin, a cig"
"twas"
"where is the butt"
"threw it in the ocean"
"thats LITTERING"
"sorry"
"do you have the pack of cig on you"
"yeah" [shakey shakey]
"you have any id on you"
-id-
one cop investigating where i was sitting, rollup
one cop from shadows, rollup
"you ever been in trouble before"
"nope"
acop calls in license
bcop you got cigs on you
"i showed him"
bcop shines light on blanket in distance
acop "blanket"
bcop "that your blanket from the kids before"
"you guys have increased activity because its bike week"
bcop "no"
"you get a lot of people out here campin out"
bcop "theyre not exactly campin out"
"how many in a peak month, campin out"
bcop "quite a few"
acop "the beaches close at 10pm"
"i didnt see any sign, but i also didnt think beaches closed"
acop "10pm, lets start walkin back"
walky
radio "that guys clean as a fresh sucked dick"
"i---"
acop "beach is--"
bcop "what were you going to say?"
"i was gonna say, im sittin there on the beach, and i see three guys rollin towards me. and even though im in cape may, the first thing that comes to my mind is im gonna get jumped."
acop "we were all wearing blue uniforms"
[stoned]"man, its dark out here, aint no lights on ya, alls i saw was three shadows"
acop "mumble mumble"
"excuse me"
bcop "he said dont throw your cigarettes into the ocean, its littering"

*c cop never talked

then i get to my car, heart racing, and get paranoid that these guys are waiting for me to leave to bust me on dui. cause they lurkin. but after 30 secs i realised that was paranoia. and came here to write this shit. 154am right now. hop on youre harley and head down.