>>18539279>be me, 10 or 11yo>living kino life in the California desert>Dad would drive us up into Sacramento on Friday nights>park and scout for hookers. >still remember Wilson Way>set something up >drop me off at the arcade with 20 bucks>play video games until he came back and picked me up. >Was fucking bad ass. He had a camper shell over the bed of the truck and would fuck them back there. One time some nig came up to the window to say something, and he reached in through the half rolled up window and tried to grab my dads wallet. My dad grabbed him with one arm and put the truck in gear and dragged him 2 blocks, first time I ever heard anyone scream for their life. I honestly thought my dad was going to kill him. Didnt phase my dad a bit he still picked up a hooker and fucked her.
My dad didnt give a fuck who knew, he told everyone he fucks hookers and all the proper respectable guys wouldnt shut the fuck up about it. Always asking questions about price and the girls and shit. I cant imagine how fast someone would call child services on him these days.
All the gals knew him too, they would come up to the truck and say hi. Fucking wild now that I think about it. He always asked if I wanted one but I said nah. This was back when they were scaring the kids about AIDS so I mentioned that hes probably going to die from it.
No shit, he pulls out this clear bottle of liquid with a hose on the end. No fucking clue where he got it, but he was into the loompanics book catalogs so probably mail ordered it through there. He said you make them douche out with this shit and its like a fresh new virgin pussy. Must fuckin work cause hes still up and kicking 30 years later and his cock hasnt rotted off yet to my knowlege.
I still cant get over all the guys from work would come into the shop to ask questions and hear stories. Tough mechanic types, silly little office worker types, the fucking snap on tool truck driver. None of them had the balls.
