Just one of those days.
fractus
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A friend of mine came by today and turned an ordinary Saturday into a day that I will not forget. If you have heard this story, and you probably have, stick with me because I finally have the ending.
Me and one of my best friends, Brandon, decided to camp in a fort that we had built in the woods close to our home. I think we were 13 or 14. The fort was a wooden frame built over a crater that was left by a tree that had uprooted. We put a tarp over the wooden frame and we lined the floor with old carpet samples. A friends house was close by so we ran a long series of extension cords to the fort for power. So, Brandon and I are hanging out, fuck I cant remember, probably trying to get a buzz off of drinking cans of coke really fast when we decide that we wanted to head back to the house. We weren't deep in the woods, not to mention, the novelty of sleeping on the ground wears quick when your comfy bed is only a few hundred yards away. So around midnight we start rolling up our sleeping bags and collecting our gear with the intention of going home when we hear it. Over ten years have gone by but I can still hear that sound perfectly reproduced in my mind every time I think of it. A pull of a cord and the rattle of a steel chain. Not an unordinary sound at the right time of day, but at midnight......in the fucking woods. Brandon and I both knew the sound well. It was an engine turning over, no doubt. Brandon looked at me with a look of pure fear and quickly said "What was that?!?". A few seconds later the sound came again but this time the engine fired with a rattle and roar that paralyzed both of us. A few seconds later, in one of Brandon's finest moments, he ran. Ran like the fucking wind and you can bet your ass I followed. We ran out of that fort and thru the woods with a speed that laughs at the sound barrier. Tree limb after log, we ran. We would fall and be back on our feet before the snap of a twig would rattle your drum. All the while the scream of a chainsaw that was surely only inches behind us. Brandon likes to tell it that while he was flying thru the air he happened to look my direction and I was also fighting with gravity in a parallel fashion, sleeping bag in one hand. Limb whipped and frantic we finally made it to the clear. The street light hum and pavement thump let us know we were safe, out of the woods. In the distance we heard the chainsaw shut off and a man laughing. That would be our only clue as to who wielded the chain saw. I'm not sure what Brandon's last thought was that night but mine was......"What was that?!?". I was certain that I would never forget that night and sure enough, I was right.
Now, 12 or so years later we tell the story candidly over beers and a laughter that we thought we had lost. We have the tale down to a science, Brandon knows his parts and I know mine. It is truely the best story I have from my childhood. I have yet to come across a crowd that wasn't completely captivated by the story. Needless to say, Brandon and I tell it often
So today an old friend of mine, Justin, stopped by to have a few beers. We sat around and talked about the old days in the neighborhood. Telling the same stories to the same people that were there when it all happened. It hasn't gotten old yet and I hope it never does. Well, recently a tornado heavily damaged the woods in our old neighborhood and we decided to survey the damage. The weather wasn't too bad so a walk seemed like a good idea. The woods is nothing like it was before the tornado. Justin and I immediately began digging into our childhood to find the spot where this and that happened. Trees covered the trails we made, two by fours were strewn long distances from where they were once a tree house. And of course, uprooted trees that left behind craters, which begs for the notorious chainsaw story to be told. I start telling the story and Justin reminds me that he was also going to stay out there with us that night but his mom wouldn't let him stay out. I had forgotten that. Well, I get to the part about how we still have no idea who it was with the chainsaw. Justin mumbled something but I just kept on talking. Then Justin mumbled louder. I stopped dead in my tracks and asked him to say it again. It was me, he said. For a good two minutes we volleyed No and Yes with each other. I couldn't believe it. I was certain I would go to my grave never knowing who it was in the woods that night. Justin proceeded to tell me about how he was upset because his mom wouldn't let him camp with us so his moms boyfriend at the time decided to cheer Justin up by suggesting they scare us with a chainsaw. Justin was certainly game and the rest is history. Of course Justin had a shit eating grin while telling me this amazing secret he had kept for so many years. Rightly so I must add. I still am not sure what is more impressive, the fact that it was Justin or that he has kept his cool thru so many tellings of this story over the years. Not once did he give a hint to the fact that it was him. Son of bitch got us good and I fucking love him for it.
So kids, two morals to this story.
1. Always expect the unexpected.
2. Some of the greatest moments of our lives might be the scariest.
Here is to old mysteries solved,
Josh
Me and one of my best friends, Brandon, decided to camp in a fort that we had built in the woods close to our home. I think we were 13 or 14. The fort was a wooden frame built over a crater that was left by a tree that had uprooted. We put a tarp over the wooden frame and we lined the floor with old carpet samples. A friends house was close by so we ran a long series of extension cords to the fort for power. So, Brandon and I are hanging out, fuck I cant remember, probably trying to get a buzz off of drinking cans of coke really fast when we decide that we wanted to head back to the house. We weren't deep in the woods, not to mention, the novelty of sleeping on the ground wears quick when your comfy bed is only a few hundred yards away. So around midnight we start rolling up our sleeping bags and collecting our gear with the intention of going home when we hear it. Over ten years have gone by but I can still hear that sound perfectly reproduced in my mind every time I think of it. A pull of a cord and the rattle of a steel chain. Not an unordinary sound at the right time of day, but at midnight......in the fucking woods. Brandon and I both knew the sound well. It was an engine turning over, no doubt. Brandon looked at me with a look of pure fear and quickly said "What was that?!?". A few seconds later the sound came again but this time the engine fired with a rattle and roar that paralyzed both of us. A few seconds later, in one of Brandon's finest moments, he ran. Ran like the fucking wind and you can bet your ass I followed. We ran out of that fort and thru the woods with a speed that laughs at the sound barrier. Tree limb after log, we ran. We would fall and be back on our feet before the snap of a twig would rattle your drum. All the while the scream of a chainsaw that was surely only inches behind us. Brandon likes to tell it that while he was flying thru the air he happened to look my direction and I was also fighting with gravity in a parallel fashion, sleeping bag in one hand. Limb whipped and frantic we finally made it to the clear. The street light hum and pavement thump let us know we were safe, out of the woods. In the distance we heard the chainsaw shut off and a man laughing. That would be our only clue as to who wielded the chain saw. I'm not sure what Brandon's last thought was that night but mine was......"What was that?!?". I was certain that I would never forget that night and sure enough, I was right.
Now, 12 or so years later we tell the story candidly over beers and a laughter that we thought we had lost. We have the tale down to a science, Brandon knows his parts and I know mine. It is truely the best story I have from my childhood. I have yet to come across a crowd that wasn't completely captivated by the story. Needless to say, Brandon and I tell it often
So today an old friend of mine, Justin, stopped by to have a few beers. We sat around and talked about the old days in the neighborhood. Telling the same stories to the same people that were there when it all happened. It hasn't gotten old yet and I hope it never does. Well, recently a tornado heavily damaged the woods in our old neighborhood and we decided to survey the damage. The weather wasn't too bad so a walk seemed like a good idea. The woods is nothing like it was before the tornado. Justin and I immediately began digging into our childhood to find the spot where this and that happened. Trees covered the trails we made, two by fours were strewn long distances from where they were once a tree house. And of course, uprooted trees that left behind craters, which begs for the notorious chainsaw story to be told. I start telling the story and Justin reminds me that he was also going to stay out there with us that night but his mom wouldn't let him stay out. I had forgotten that. Well, I get to the part about how we still have no idea who it was with the chainsaw. Justin mumbled something but I just kept on talking. Then Justin mumbled louder. I stopped dead in my tracks and asked him to say it again. It was me, he said. For a good two minutes we volleyed No and Yes with each other. I couldn't believe it. I was certain I would go to my grave never knowing who it was in the woods that night. Justin proceeded to tell me about how he was upset because his mom wouldn't let him camp with us so his moms boyfriend at the time decided to cheer Justin up by suggesting they scare us with a chainsaw. Justin was certainly game and the rest is history. Of course Justin had a shit eating grin while telling me this amazing secret he had kept for so many years. Rightly so I must add. I still am not sure what is more impressive, the fact that it was Justin or that he has kept his cool thru so many tellings of this story over the years. Not once did he give a hint to the fact that it was him. Son of bitch got us good and I fucking love him for it.
So kids, two morals to this story.
1. Always expect the unexpected.
2. Some of the greatest moments of our lives might be the scariest.
Here is to old mysteries solved,
Josh
An alien at home behind the sun
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