Clete & Don's Excellent Adventure - part 3
Redondo Beach
Okay Boys and Girls, its that time again, time for another one of Clete'N'Dons adventures (Bill'N'Ted, eat your heart out). This time we went to Redondo Beach, some people have heard me tell this story many times, but I'll relive forever in this electronic memoir. But first before i get started, I have some updating to do, its been a while and some things have changed for Clete and myself.
Okay, I (Don) have gotten a job, okay, you can all stop saying Bullshit and whatnot now. Yes, I am employed, I currently work for a small press called AE Printing, I run a press and stuff, but we have the best small press prices you'll ever find, so if you have any need for a small press, contact me, Ill hook you up with one of the owners, I am also going to school again (shit, he got a fucking life), yeah yeah, right I got to DVC, big whoop. As for Clete, he moved out of his moms place and moved in with his dad in San Carlos (just south of San Francisco) I still live in Pleasant Hill (East of Oakland near Walnut Creek), which as you can understand makes things a little awkward since i still don't drive, so Clete moved in with his dad and was supposed to get a job with Apple being a beta-tester, but they flaked, so now i think he's applying to NCR to be a beta-tester or some such bullshit, what it boils down to is that he's being what i was, and getting away with it much better than I did. His dads house is pretty plus, has a very nice stereo system, but not as awesome as mine (heh heh heh, I have Klipsch speakers, his dads only has Infinities, I get MUCH better bass out of mine). Its a pretty Yuppie place but they have this deck that is so out of hand, I'll go into that in another adventure. Now, on with this one
This was a most heinous night in the history of Clete & Don, for on this We were not aware of the journey that awaited us, it was most cool. It all started out in Martinez at Joe's house, he still had 2 doses left over from Fry Fest I, so we got them and dropped them instantly, we then went on out to his sisters house in Brentwood, where we hung out played some horseshoes (don't ask me, they are your typical suburban fruitcakes, but they are cool people none the less), and drank a couple beers, we could feel the acid starting to kick in and we decided it was time to leave, they kept asking us to stay for dinner, but there was no way we could do that especially when his sister had some lady over that was one of her superiors at wherever it is that she works, so that would not have been good, so we got out fo there with the quickness. I think we may have gotten some pot from her, but I'm not sure, i know we had some dirty 30 left, so we weren't in total dire straights. So after we bail out there we keep on heading towards Sacramento on highway 4, somewhere out there in Butt Fuck Egypt we got lost and depressed, everything was so dead, and lifeless. Therefore we had the bright idea to go the beach. About two weeks earlier, some of us, Joe, Jenn Rob, Me, Clete, Rich went to this beach in half moon bay, had a bonfire, slept there and stuff, with no hassle, so we decided to go back since that would be mucho trippy, so we go along some road that connects Brentwood and Liverbore and get on 580 and start heading west. We get to the San Mateo bridge, had some problems handing the guy the one, but managed it. We then cranked up Boston (Playing Foreplay) and smoked a bowl while going about 90 right at sunset, I tell you, it was a really wonderful experience, if you ever get the chance, make sure you try that, its great.
So, we manage to get to Half Moon Bay and stop in a 7-11, we need big gulps, moral imperative. But, there was so many people in there, i mean the place was packed, and they were all STARING at me! I swear they were, thats why I left clete to deal with it, i couldn't hang, i was getting freaked, so we get done with that little episode, and head on out to REDONDO BEACH (lotsa reverb here). We get there, and start going down the cliff, no, this cliff isn't too bad, not very steep, buts its pretty dangerous in the dark, and of course, we didn't use a flashlight, so after almost getting ourselves killed we get to the beach, about 200 yards away from where we were, some kids were having a bonfire, cool we thought, we can hang with this. So we go down the beach a ways from them and start hallucinating. But i just happen to notice these odd lights just offshore, seem to be coming our way, looks kinda like a boat, but I'm not really sure. I look down the beach about 300 yards and theres this big light sweeping down the beach, I instantly hit the dirt, Clete was a couple feet in front of me with his back to the ocean looking at me, wondering what the hell i was doing, he doesn't see the light sweeping the beach. Im yeliing at him, theres a spotlight, get down etc. and he notices it at the last second, right as it sweeps over us he drops. I figure they saw us since the beam stopped right where we were and looked like it was being focused on us, so Clete was shitting bricks, thinking they are going to land and arrest us and he's looking for the pot so he can ditch it if necessary, and he's just having a cow, and i was just laying there laughing my head off, he's freaking out, were on this beach in the middle of the night, were on a lot fo drugs, and they have a big spotlight on us and i have a head full of acid, it was too much, so of course i did the only things i could do, laugh, it was pretty hairy though. Anyways the light finally goes away and we feel a little better, but not much since clete thinks he lost the pot, so we spend the next 5 or 10 minutes looking for it with no luck. but while were looking, we hear a helicopter and its getting closer and louder, just to be safe we move back up the beach a bit and were sitting there on some rocks, and it starts getting really loud then, we see it, this huge Huey not more than 200 feet off the ground with on of those HUGE spotlights you see in movies sweeping the beach, so of course we start screaming and shitting bricks. The light passes by us not more than 10 feet from out feet, I was trying to crawl out of my skin, and i was so damn scared, i thought i was going to die, i could see the beam, it seemed to move in 10 foot chunks, almost animated. Well, the chopper went away and we just sat there on some rocks with our brains scrambled, our pulses doubled and totally scared, we had given up the pot as a loss, and decided to smoke the rest of the bowl we had with us (we had some in the bowl and the chamber, so we weren't totally SOL), i reasoned that they were just trying to scare us and wouldn't come back, so we should smoke a bowl to calm down and start hallucinating like we should be. So we smoked a bowl and started tripping again and basically calmed down, which was nice, but after about 15 minutes, the fucking chopper came back, it was a little farther out the beach, but there it was, and ya know, it scared us just as much the second time, after it left again i noticed that patrol boat was sweeping up the beach again, it was unanimously decided that this was a good time to get the hell out, we were pushing our luck. So we made a mad dash up that hill and into the car, about halfway up the hill we ran onto some problems, we were hallucinating lights all over the place we were afraid the parking lot was crawling with cops, so it took us about 15 minutes to get up that last stretch, of course there were no cops up there so we sat in the car and stuck in the second disk of The Wall, we had listened to the first disk sitting there in the parking lot before we went down. after we got in the car we left, with much haste, and headed back north on highway 1, about half a mile down the road, Clete found the pot! (HAPPY HAPPY, JOY JOY) He had put it in a pocket he forgot to check while we were at the beach, so we tootled on up 1 through Pacifica and into SF and kept on going across the Golden Gate, got onto 101, went to the Richmond bridge, went across, got on 80, took 80 on up to 24 and headed back out to Cletes moms house, and pretty much sat there for the rest of the night going shiiiit, what a trip, we were all over 3 countries, it was brutal, so that about wraps that one up.
Until Next time: Bunk Doses really suck!
Coming soon-
Mt. Diablo Turns into a Bud
Christmas Eve
Redondo Revisted!
and more (we hope)
(C)1992 Clete'N'Don Productions
4/10/92
