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When I was about 17 I had a friend who I will call Sammy. One weekend Sammy says that he knows someone who will buy beer for us if we give him an extra $10. I was working at a pizza joint at the time so I had a little disposable income. I said that sounded like a great idea.
His friend lived a little ways out in the country. I had a beat up 1976 Chevy Impala station wagon at the time. It needed exhaust work among other things. I loved that car, though. Good thing gas was still below a buck a gallon at the time.
Anyway, we get out to this guy's house and Sammy and I walk up to the door and knock on it. The door swung open real fast to reveal a guy pointing at my mid section what appeared to be a 12 gauge shotgun. I froze. My mind went totally blank. All I could so was stand there and stare at the guy.
Then someone peeked out from behind the door and then said, "Hold on, Lou. I know one of them." The guy lowered the gun and let out a long breath. "Hey, Sammy, who's your friend?" Sammy explained who I was and why we were there and they let us in.
Turns out that the guy with the gun had some people looking for him and he was afraid for his life. I don't know what he had done, but he was hiding out at Sammy's friend's house. They had seen my noisy station wagon pull up, saw me, and didn't see Sammy and they thought I was there to do harm to the guy with the gun.
We got our beer and drank one of them there with the desperado. I took Sammy aside and asked him if it was wise that we were hanging out there. He agreed that it was not and we left to find another drinking spot.
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