Author: SAVE DIRT

My life took many turns, not giving up at really knowing ,is,part of personal inventory , reaching out, through, my recollections , makes me feel that , at least my first person perspective is more valid than , say , gossip. I have suffered from mental health issues my entire life . I don’t believe in labels ( diagnostic guesswork ) I have traumatic brain damage, and have seen other labels put on me , in , medical records In grade school , they tested me and in many years , I was put in S L D programs. ( not at Linwood Elementary ). Sever asthma ( that manifested when I was eight years old ) kept me out of serving in the military I worked all of my life = some years there was four or more W 2’s to file . I continued to work ( and volunteer) after getting SSDI in 2004 and still do. I was A. Brother A paperboy A. Handy man child and adult,for my blind Dad A. Kid who helped neighbors A. Boy Scout A. Environmentalist A. Day laborer A. Janitor A. Warehouse worker A. Camper , Hiker , Canoe paddler A. Photographer A. Broom ball player A. House flipper , A. Motorcycle owner A. Forester A. Truck Mechanic A. Farm hand A. Carny A personal care giver A. Volunteer A. Gardener A. Crew leader A. Prisoner And that is only a bit of me there is a lot more to tell.

Running with guns

My friend had a car given to him , he just used it as a disposable car.

I looked at the oil on the dipstick, It was grey ( water )

Any who , He didn’t bother to look at the fuel gauge , we ran out at Hamline & Marshal .

We decided to hitchhike home but when a car passed J , he didn’t like that he yelled at them and gave them the finger .

The car was full of guys who immediately pulled over to kick his ass . I do believe this car load was the same guys that have cop relatives and we’re headed to their families houses on Hamline & Portland.

At that point I took over confronting the 4/5 guys I bluffed them and told J to go to the trunk and get our guns .

As he left me standing off against the gang going to the trunk of his car to get the nonexistent guns .

The guys got back in their car and left .

Problem solved , or so we thought, we started to walk home over the Hamline ave. Bridge. But the car load o dudes came back and trapped us in the middle of the bridge.

They focused on me , I ran halfway down the bridge and turned back they yelled that they were going to beat up J .

I started back towards them , some traffic came along and the situation dissolved .

My memory is we got J’s car going and for some reason J and I got our guns 22 Ga pump , 357 and a 22.

J was infuriated and started to drive like a maniac speeding north in Dale towards Grand ave.

A guy misjudged our speed and turned in front of us ( he was south bound Dale turning left onto Grand ) J t-boned their ( the guy was with his girlfriend) cat sending it spinning onto the sidewalk

I saw it coming and ( no seat belt ) I put my hands over my face knowing I was going into the windshield. I smashed the windshield.

We came to a stop wrecked , I realized we had guns and quickly gathered them up , protecting J&me from questions.

I ran down the alley , with an armload of guns , and crossed Grand getting back to our homes with no questions about our motives.

Later J’s relative pointed out how my knees made two large dents in the metal dash . The cars were totaled and the fact that the other driver had his arm around his girlfriend =

=. Probably saved her life , as we hit the passenger side , where she would have been sitting.

Ya know, J , started this by his running out of gas , and then , calling out a car load of guys for not stopping and giving him a ride .