BigHazzard's blog: "what a friggin weekend"

I was probably 20 years old and my dad had just died a year earlier and I was running the trucking company. I took a 500 mile run and got home to a ringing phone that one of our drivers had an emergency and couldn't make his run. So I woke up my little brother and asked him to go with me right back out and he did. we went into Wichita and loaded a tanker load of grease (liquid animal fat) to go to a feedlot. I ended up going to the wrong feedlot. I misunderstood the name and didn't look at my paperwork. thank goodness it was only about a 50 mile mistake. So we drag our tired asses back 50 miles to a new feedlot that we had never hauled to before. Here is where it gets funny. My peterbilt was equipped with a 2 inch pump that would unload 50,000 pounds of grease in less than 25 minutes. this thing moved some fat. In the top of the tank they had no manhole or anything. just like a 1 inch hole with a piece of pipe you stick down the hole to see the grease level. We are getting close to being empty and I put Casey on top of the tank and he is checking the levels and its getting up there. I climb the side of my tanker and yell to him, "were almost empty" and start down the ladder I am about half way down when I hear my brother yell. I climb back up so i can see him and he screams "SHUT IT OFF" no more do these words come out of his mouth and grease starts shooting like 25 feet in the air out of the top of this tank. I run and shut the pump down and walk around the truck to see my brothers grease soaked ass!!!!! He isnt very happy either. Cause I wont let him in my truck like that. I made him strip down to his underwear and he had to hide in the sleeper for the 3 hour ride back to drop the trailer and another 25 minutes home. I think about this and I can still see Casey's face yelling as the geiser comes up in the background. We were rather lucky that he didn't get blown off of the top of the tank.

know I spelled it wrong. But that’s just how it came to be pronounced. My Brother, Willie and I went to the police impound auction. We were looking for some Darby cars. Our thoughts were. Look for the ones dented up. They probably were running when crashed. We ended up spending about 130$ a car and we each got one. I had a 76 dodge dart 4 doors. Green with a white vinyl top. My little brother bought a 76 cutlass, also green and white vinyl. Willie bought a 77 blue thunderbird. We bought batteries and took a dent puller to the ignitions and we started them up and drove them home. Yeah, not to bright now that I look back at it. I mean you are buying them from a police impound driving them out with no tags and insurance. None the less, on the way home someone started the tapping. Hey rubbings racing. We were rear ending each other at stop lights, sideswiping each other when passing. It got pretty rough. If any of us had a side mirror left when we got to my house I would be surprised. We got home and knocked out all of the windows and lights on the driveway. We had a bunch of spray paint so we did a little decorating and then it was ON!!!!. We started at first with just hot laps around the pasture with a little rubbing here and there. Pretty soon someone got irritated and it turned into battle royal. Willies t-bird went down first due to a hole in the oil pan and a blown motor from a launch. I went down second with a busted u-joint. So we pretty much just piled in with my brother and a case of beer and just took turns picking a spot on the loser cars and seeing how good we could call the damage. Later we hauled mine to the house and welded the drive line back in. But it didn’t last long. Finally we took the bobcat out and tipped them over and torched out the cross members and rear axles. Pulled them all right there in the pasture and put them in the paper. We crushed the cars. My brother and I ended up making about 300$. Will didn’t do so well with the blown motor. Anyway, we might be rednecks and used to be pretty much hooligans in our younger days. But the bottom line is. We had fun, made money, and even recycled some. Environmental, heavy metal, rednecks. Or as I would to refer to is a black neck. Well there is my story for the day. And I am smiling my ass off. Aaaaah the good old days.

Holy Shit. it was another weekend for the record books. Tammy a buddy came by thursday and shortly after so did Travis. We end up on Harley's tearing around and end up at a gentlemans club that I know a girl who is a waitress. She gets off of work and we all ride around and then at 3a.m. decide to go to the lake in T's boat. We get to his house and we are hookin up the boat and he takes the girls on a house tour. well mean while I drop the boat on my finger and its stuck. all I can do it try and hold pressure off of it. I couldnt get the boat off of it with one arm. Finally T comes out and gets it off. It seemed like 20 minutes. So we get the boat hooked up and I really thought I had broken my finger but decided to go to the lake anyway. we got to the lake at about 6 a.m. and lasted until 2 probably. I called in sick from the lake. (bad employee). Went home and slept. cause we had a party planned for friday (cousins b-day). So I get up at like 6. Starterd getting it all set up. Went and got a ton of wood for the fire pit. The party was awesome. 15 totally hot women. 10 more were descent. there were more women than men.. I know 1st time ever!!!!!! anyway. I went down early about 2. not much sleep and to much fun the night before. Saturday woke up and Travis brought his 2 kids and dirt bikes. we unleashed all of the kiddo's on the pasture. Travis and Gerrard and I decide we need more wood. we take off to T's and get more wood and 2 more dirtbikes. T and I are riding home getting beers out of the truck from G. Just cruisin down the dirt raod actin like we were doing knack-knack 1/2 the way. We get home and load up the fire. We had a few girls showing off there stuff at about 2 a.m. We were mud boggin bikes and 4 wheelers down at the river at 4 a.m. Finally went down with the sun. I go to sleep and Shaylyn, a girl I kinda like shows up at my house and comes in and knocks on my door. I was just sleepin with them but there were two girls with me in my bed. OOOOOPS!! Sunday. Me and Adrianna (my youngest daughter) watched movies all day. LJ (my oldest daughter)rode her dirt bike. I had to recover. By the way I got an infection in my finger. Just a suggestion. if you smash your finger to bits. dont go and jump in a Kansas lake. Better yet. dont be a moron and stick your finger in a trailer hitch. Especially at 3a.m. with the jack folded up and no one around (dumb ass!!). It is now 11 days later and that finger is still numb. so dont be dumb. like me. but on a positive note. WHAT A FRIGGIN WEEKEND!!!!