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Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Hermossa Costa Rica
I was A cuss at times with other folk,and still am,just not as beligerent.
back in my dope days,when it was all about bein wild and unscrupulous I had this one job.ya see,I would work,sling A 'lil sum sum to keep my get high on the low low and was pure wild.
I had always been A scrapper,like the real type,you give A beating,and often you took one to boot.sometimes you could take several in A row,it just depended on your attitude.bullies always win,scrappin was about not picking the opponent.
I was brought along to just roll.so,I had this hyar jobby job.I was the "blow" man for a pool building company.which meant I ran the equiptment that put the shotcrete on the walls of the hole.shotcrete is what you call blown concrete.you got A pump,it pumps the concrete and at the biz end of the hose was an attachement which mixed 100 PSI of air.so you get the fanning of the concrete.well, I'm A right good sized feller,solid,yet with that sinewy flexibility not often found in guys my size.extremely flexible and balanced from skateboarding,surfing,pole clombing line work,lumberjackin and alot of time in the swamps and such.
I was good at my job,the best by the Britt standard.the Britts were the polol building company I worked for.from march through october they would build 50 -65 pools in that time in and all around Fayetteville NC.they still build pools today and have A store on bragg blvd called spa and pool world.
they'd seen blow guys come and go,they had old Buck,who'd been their go to guy for everything and was the master of it all.
well,my greatest day was when 'ol buck come up to me in his south carolina gichee slang,chopped word talkin and tolt me,"oo da bes pumpn man dis folk hab eber on dis work site, I be dat one time, but oo beda,oo one tuff cracker".that was very settlin for me.I like to excel.
now to Bruce,their was this one time,'ol Mr Britt hired A Korean guy,and he was the epitomy of leather and steel.he was A true martial arts manifestation of warrior.we got along great,he spoke little english,and reminded me of my spanish friends in miami who spoke little english.so we were like buds,didn't bother me like it did the others that he worked with us.
their was this one job we were doin,it was july,it was hot.the day temp. in the shade was A hundrit.and when your in a hole,with the concrete dryin,which it exchanges the moisture to drying it radiates heat naturally from the chemical reaction of the cement,pot ash and other stuffs in it.
well my buddy was in the hole we'd blown earlier that day,with me as blow man the Britts would set up one pump on a pool,the crew I was on would drag one and set it up,blow the walls,then leave everything for A few guys to clean up and we'd go to the pre- set job and blow it.
so we get the second job done,and the guys would have A truck to haul the pump with because we hauled our own or the big air pump.
well, that day we'd gone back to the first job,my Boy was cleanin the hole out,sweepin the slag up and all.their was this one thing I always did,mess with folk.this day,i used my get 'em mad line.I had tics and tacs I would jibe with.this day I chose bruce lee.
I would go up and tell him that Bruce was gay,he didn't like that, he worshipped Bruce.and I kept at 'im,jiggin and jabbin with little comments.it finally got to him,and man oh man,he was gonna give me the what for for doggin on bruce.
that feller,like he was on springs,was up and outta that hole in one leap,and by God,I knew what was going to happen.everyone on the job busted out laughin,and me,I ain't no dummy,I ran like their was no tomorrow and the avalanche was on me.
I jumped into the work truck,he almost got me.so he's standin there,me the as$ that I am,I'm antagonizin him,rollin the window just A smidge, and talkin smack.goin to the other side and unlockin the door and then actin aloof about it.he would run around to try and get in.
this only went on for A few minutes,it was easily 120 in that truck,and he knew it before I did.I was sweatin,and he was gonna get me this time,ya see I played A dirty prank on him over peaches the week before.
I'm panicin,can't breathe,I'm scared of him,AND dyin in the heat.so I get on the radio,and call 'ol man Britt,I tell him whats goin on and he's laughin his butt off,I told him about what I said and all.
so he's probably 10 min away and he get there.
He wasn't pleased,I thought I was in deep trouble this time,as I'd twisted my buddys drawers just the week before.well,he weren't mad at all,and actually he was laughin about it.I was miffed by this,he calmed my little friend down,and I got out of the truck.
Mr. Britt was at a house not far from the job we were on.and he was selling A pool.I had called him when the prospective owner and him were out at his car,they'd walked him out as they were not sure of the price and getting A pool.right about the time my big sissy as$ called him on the 2 way.the customer heard the whole thing,from stem to stearn,and they were rolling,he told me that when he set the mic down the lady had gone into the house,she'd 'bout p'd her panties and the man,he was in tears.he asked Mr. Britt who and the what,so he told him about his pain in the but,me.
that guy told Mr. britt to get out the contract,that he wanted to meet his guys,and if he had to buy a pool to meet us then he would.
Mr.Britt loved me and hated me all at the same time,he fired me about 3 times A week to my face,and about 20 times via A good cussin,yet he never sent me home of'n of one.
me and my little buddy made up,AGAIN, we always beefed.
But we sure had some good times.he finally got enough money together to travel,it was funny that thing about him,he reminded me of the Cane character in Kung fu, the show.
I'd like to know where he came from and where he went.and I hope he remembers me as lovingly as I remember him.
Peace my little Korean friend,Godspeed in your travels.
Last edited by william williamson; 12-05-2010 at 03:54 PM.