Blanchard and I had a guitar display at an arts fair in Mammoth one time when Fish and a gal were working a jewelry display. . . he and the gal were absolutely hilarious . . . they treated each other like brothers, sockin' and punchin' and rollin' around. . . it was the most fun we'd ever had at a show.
i was buying beers with chuck clance
at strawberry lodge, after cragging all hours with the legend at the leap,
i posted from my stool, because our stars align like that,
fish caught my ripple,
called the bar to buy up a round,
but i was puking or something elsewhere.
such is my understanding of social grace,
im gone when everyone gets generous.
im a hole in the ground
stumbling anxious boots everywhere.
One summer night in high school we decided to go boogie boarding at the Huntington Beach pier. The pier lights were bright enough that you could see pretty well at night.
We get there about 10:00 pm and see that a pack of surfers had the same idea. No prob, we'd stay near the pier and keep out of their way.
We're in the water for only a few minutes when we realize the "local" surfers weren't on the same plan as us, and were trying to hit us as they surfed by. One made the mistake of passing too close to Russ, who grabbed the whipping leash and ruined the boy's ride. This was quickly followed by a string of foul language from the deboarded surfer, along with a challenge to settle this the old fashioned way.
"No problem, I'll meet you on the sand" was Russ' reply as he headed to shore. The surfer took on look at Russ wading to shore, quickly evaluated his options, and took plan B, turning a 180 and heading for the open ocean. Never saw him again that evening, and his pack gave us a wide berth for the next hour or so.