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Finding that picture of Hoss yesterday made me think of this trip that I took with him, Mama Sharon, and Hoss’s friend Jack to Destin, Florida.
As a refresher, Mama Sharon was the crazy cool older woman that I was living with in Nashville. And Jack was the friend who owned the property out in the middle of nowhere that brought about Movie Moment #1.
We stayed in Destin for a couple of days, in this little cinder-block shack that sat less than 20 yards from the high tide line on the beach. There was a lot of alcohol and pot being passed around. We laughed ourselves silly and swam and sunbathed and drank and smoked some more. There was also some cocaine and who knows what else was in that cigar box, but Mama Sharon and I stayed away from that.
One night, Hoss and I decided we wanted to hit a club. Jack wasn’t feeling very well, as he had been put on a new HIV medication that was making him puke about once every half hour. (This made the 5 hour trip to Florida somewhat exciting.) The nearest gay club that Hoss knew about was a piano bar in Pensacola, about an hour away.
Hoss had been drinking and smoking pot all afternoon, so he was completely trashed. I suggested that maybe we should wait until the next night to go out, but he insisted that he was going to drive us to the bar in Pensacola.
When we got in the car, I asked him if he would rather I drive.
He said, “No, I’m alright. Let’s get going… put on some music.”
About 10 minutes later, he turned the wrong way down a one way street. I asked him again, “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? I haven’t had anything to drink or smoke in like 6 hours..”
He said, “No, I’m fine.”
We made it to the highway, and he was doing ok… he only drifted over the line a couple of times.*
Suddenly, he pulled over to the left shoulder of the highway, put the car in park and looked me directly in the eye and said, “Here’s the deal.
I said, “Hoss… we’re going to the gay bar in Pensacola. Do you want me to drive?”
He giggled and his eyes lit up, “Would you!?”
*Don’t think for a minute that I wasn’t scared to death the whole time.
