Back in the early 1950s, probably 1954, I was at my friends house on Scioto street, near the point. Today , they call it the point. It was nothing like you see it today.There were a few houses and old building on the point then. My friends had to go somewhere and i stayed at their house.Many of us folks did not have TV back then and i got bored just setting there in the house by myself. I started wishing that my girlfriend was there.I did not know how long my friends were going to be gone so i went to the ice box and there set a 12 pack of 14K BEER. I was only 18 years old and never drank before. I looked and the more I looked, that beer was sure inviting. The color of gold and the bottle even looked good. I could see why the Cincin/ball games advertised this beer. Well, that done it. I had to have it. It was getting late evening and I took that case of beer to the second street bridge, just across the street, and at the end of the building of the carry out was a fairly easy way to get down to the river. I managed to crawl down the embankment and got up under the bridge. There i was, all alone in a pretty good spot and my 14K. I don;t remember much now that i have drank over half the case of beer, but i do know this. I was no longer alone. I knew i was some where but could not put it together. Also, someone was pulling at my britches and kind of rubbing me up and down and across. I was also drunk but i did not know that. I wanted to get away but at the same time i really did not mind what was going on. I kinda thought it might be one of the pretty ladies at Pats Cafe followed me under the bridge. I started liking her company. For some reason, I woke up from being drunk just enough to see it was not a pretty woman. It was a man. He looked old, in his 40s, well, old to me anyway. I forgot about everything. I started kicking at whoever, and i was reaching down to pull my britches up and reaching for whatever i can get my hands on to hit him with.Finally, I kicked shoved hard enough to roll him down the river bank. Hanging on to my britches with one hand and clawing at the bank with the other, i went the shortest direction back to the top of the bank and to the street. I looked back and did not see him anywhere, it was dark except for street lights. I saw where i came up the bank from and i crawled through bushes where a rabbit could.nt go. I still drank 14K but i never, ever, went back under the second street bridge.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 16:51:45 +0000
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