8. THE TURKEY
Most of my life, I have been sent off to private schools. However, 36 hours into my sophomore year of high school, I was caught with six ounces of incredibly good weed and thrown out that night. As far as I know, I still hold the record for biggest bust and shortest stint. Luckily, the school year had just started so instead of losing a year of education, I was quickly transferred to my local public school. This school at the time was the third worst public school in the state. It was filled with drunken teachers, disinterested students, and a lack for funding in virtually every department. I soon realized why my parents had sent me to private school. Hey America’s parents, sorry to shit in your cereal, but public school may have been good when you were younger, but they are completely unacceptable now and that is coming from an ex-coke dealer.
So one day I was carpooling to school with this red neck. I took to carpooling with him because they beat my preppy ass on the bus. He picked me up at my house and I could just tell he was in a pissy mood this particular day. I asked him what the problem was and he told me turkey hunting season was over. He was frustrated because he didn’t get to shoot something before school that day. This response was completely out of my norm since I had been educated with people who get stressed out over global political events, chicks, and not being able to get this year’s new BMW when they graduated. I wondered about how his response could either help stop school shootings or perhaps directly correlate with them. Should the Columbine kids have killed more or less turkeys? While thinking about how hunting directly corresponds with aggression, I was rudely interrupted by my redneck carpool buddy shouting “TURKEY!” at the top of his lungs. I come out of my daydream of Columbine kids massacring turkeys to see a turkey in the middle of the road. Some of us who like meat, but dislike the act of killing them, would have braked or swerved to dodge the turkey. There was plenty of time. But not my buddy. God bless this life I have lived because damned if I’m the only nut in the tree. This guy proceeds to shout, “DIE TURKEY! HOLD STILL TURKEY! I’M GOING TO GET YOU TURKEY!” as he accelerates toward the completely dazed bird. Startled by the insane redneck bearing down on him, the turkey ran off the road into the trees.
Most people suffering from road rage and temporary insanity would have been dismayed by a turkey beating a feathery retreat into the forest. Well not in this book of my crazy odyssey. This nut swerves off the road in his pickup truck and proceeds to chase the turkey through the woods. I will never forget the turkey. He was in the woods doing a football celebration dance having survived yet another hunting season and a near hit on the road when he looks up and locks eyes with me.
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