Yes, I am 'The Drag Queen'.....

Velico..., I mean Velociman has now inspired me to tell one of my many 'Jack' stories. The way he did this, is to rename Acidman on his blogroll until Rob learns the correct spelling of Kim's "Veloci" prefix. Velociman did that, because I was ever so helpful enough to point out that it is, indeed, spelled incorrectly, although, in Rob's defense, the link works.
Velociman, unimpressed in the slightest with this bit of info, has given Mr. Rob a new name that I ain't repeatin' seein' as how I do kinda like the original bone structure of my face and limbs and, besides, I've done quite enough, thanks...lol.

There is a kinda karmic quality to this whole thing. Eric calls me AcidWoman a couple/few days a month, so, since I get to use part of Rob's nickname, I guess it's only fitting he gets to use part of mine.

I got the nickname 'Drag Queen' because of my buddy Jack. I met Jack in '90. I went for a job and wound up with a Jack instead. I didn't get the job that time, but I did get him...for a while. I met him about 7 or so months after my mom died. He was the Chief of Communications for the county and adorable, insane, sweet, deranged, loveable, maddening, breath-taking and heart-breaking and I'll love the guy the rest of my life.
He's older than me. I forget by how much, but it was enough to give my 'dating-a-chick-my-own-age' Dad pause. Dad is older, by a few somethings....but age is just a number anyway. Right? Yeah, it is...
Anyway, Jack's older, got a couple almost-adult kids, was divorced, has a good, very responsible job, is the Chief of his firehouse and was a DJ, owned a Harley, was a member of the Shiloh POW club...just an all around stand-up lunatic. He also had a recently broken-up with, soon to be back with for good girlfriend, a totally different chick he had around, I swear, just to make me crazy, a wild side and a death wish. He used to do some of the craziest shit....Like I've got room to talk.
Besides this 'Drag Queen' episode, there are other stories involving me, Jack Daniels, a flagpole and a POW flag...Jack's Harley and the Delaware River and him coming to in time to see me and his 'other chick he had around to drive me crazy' sitting together at his kitchen table discussing "what were we gonna do with him." The look on his face when his eyes focused and his brain engaged...Gawd.

What a trip....

We just happened to be on a bar-hopping trip when the 'Drag Queen' legend was born. We were riding with a couple of his buddies that day, going from bar to bar, having a beer and movin' on. It was more about just being out on the Harley than getting drunk.
We were just leaving the Centerton Inn, enroute to the Village Inn. Before we even got out of the driveway, one of his buddies had a small problem. He had kicked his choke or something getting off his bike and shut his fuel off. So, when we went to leave, he got to the end of the driveway, stalled and fell over, just like the guy on Laugh-in with the tricycle. We got him picked up and sorted out and took off.
I had asked Jack something about where we were and he was hollerin' back to me, explaining and pointing around. Next thing I knew, we had taken a teeny-tiny detour through the edge of a corn field, over a small hill and back out onto the road.
By this time, I was already hangin' off. I knew if I didn't do something, he was gonna wind up dumping it and I didn't want that. So, I decided "Fuck it", I'd just fall the rest of the way off and start all over from gettin on. We weren't goin' that fast anymore, anyway...
Well, I let go and started to slide....then, I got my boot caught in his chaps and didn't quite make it all the way off for a while. After bouncing around back there a bit, his chaps finally let go of my boot and I got to roll freestyle for a while.
When I finally quit tumbling, I sat up to see the three whitest faces I've ever seen on people who aren't dead and the sight of Jack running back to me, after having parked the Harley, screaming "I KILLED YA! I KILLED YA!" To which I replied "No ya didn't. Ya BROKE MY FINGERNAILS!" That was it, the sum total of my 'injuries' was broken fingernails. (Thank GOD for leather.)
Next, he's wantin' to 'get me home', to which I replied "Hell widdat. I need a shot and a beer. Let's just get to the Village..." Which we did. In one piece, amazingly....

Ever since then, I'm the 'Drag Queen', which I don't get. He drug me. Shouldn't he be the 'Drag KING' or something? I could rightfully be called 'The ninny who, in fact, did keep getting on behind him after that', but I was the drag-ee, not the drag-er, ya know?

Know what? I'd STILL ride behind him. Except for that one little incident and the fact that his regular girlfriend coulda killed me with a swat, he really was a very safe rider. He sold the Harley...(BOO! Hiss! Pfffttttth!) Can ya's tell I think he should get another one?

There are lots more Jack stories. They'll be showing up from time to time, just like the Wally stories will. I feel like I've got these two rooms in my head, one marked 'Jack' and one marked 'Wally' and I've just gone into them for the first time in a while. So, I'll be in here for a while, pokin' around, rearranging, cleaning...remembering, laughing, crying...and sharing.
The undercurrent to 99% of these stories is love and God knows, we need a little love shared these days, don't we?
Stay tuned....

Posted by: Stevie at 12:53 AM

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