I had this friend when I was 19 years old. We met when I was working as a busboy in this restaurant and he was the dishwasher. One day I just causally asked him if he wanted to go outside behind the restaurant with me on our break and smoke a joint with me. He said, 'Sure", so we went out and we talked and we hit it off pretty well and pretty soon we were smoking out back often and then we started stealing beer from the restaurant and when we finished work we would go sit near our cars out back and drink and smoke and talk…
We became-pretty good friends and we had a lot of fun working on our old Chevy’s and cruising all over town in his low-rider 1964 Impala or my old 1966 Chevy Chevelle Malibu. We used to take acid occasionally and once we each took a hit of acid and we drove my car to Monterrey Bay which was 75 miles away. Then (still on acid) we drove home at night.
He was a cool guy, he had been in Juvenile Hall for awhile and before I met him, his friends were all the tough guys at school who I was afraid of (for good reason). But we were friends for a year. We used to go out late at night and siphon gas from peoples cars and then fill our gas tanks full.
One of his friends started hanging around us and I used to drive my old station wagon all around town at night and they would
break into cars and steal tape decks and speakers or anything else that was valuable that was inside. My share of the loot was a $ 200.00 car stereo and speakers while they sold everything they could and bought PCP with it.
Yeah, we had some great times. It was kind of an interesting chapter in my life. We ended up losing touch with each other and the last I heard of him, he was in prison.