Don't Let Your Mouth Overload Your Brain

Postby drawscore » Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:30 pm

DON'T LET YOUR MOUTH OVERLOAD YOUR BRAIN


"Hi! My name's Randy, and I just turned 13 about two and a half weeks ago, and I want to tell you about what happened last weekend. It involved my best friend, Billy, and his little brother, Ray.

Billy and I had known each other since the first grade. We'd been through cub scouts together, were members of the same boy scout troop, and played little league football, basketball, and baseball on the same teams, and were, in the words of my mom, "joined at the hip." Wherever one of us went, the other wasn't too far away.

We did have different interests, though. Billy was in to magic. Deep into magic, sorta like the nerdy crowd were in to "Dungeons and Dragons." I was more of a camping out type. Billy had mastered several tricks, and his parents indulged him, happy that it kept him occupied, and out of activities they thought were "questionable."

We were two weeks apart, meaning when this all went down, Billy had just turned 13. For his birthday, Billy's parents had gone to the local magic shop, and bought him several new tricks, including a pair of magician's handcuffs. They seemed to fascinate him; more so that the other tricks, and it did not take long for him to learn the trick, and about another half hour to learn to do it well. The next day, he was all over the neighborhood, bragging that he was the greatest escape artist since Harry Houdini.

The next weekend, my parents were going off on one of those "romantic getaway weekends," so since Billy and I were such close friends, arrangements were made for me to spend the weekend at his house. It also meant that I would take over Ray's bed, and that Ray would spend the weekend in the guest bedroom. This was a common arrangement for them, as when Ray had an overnight guest, it was Billy that got the guest room.

I packed my overnight bag and headed over to Billy's house. Billy let me in, and after dinner, we closeted ourselves in the bedroom with Ray, and played Monopoly. Around 11, Ray went to bed, and Billy's parents went to bed after the news on TV. We came out and took over the living room for the Friday night double "creature feature," and it was nearly 3:00 in the morning before we dragged ourselves in to the bedroom, and went to sleep.

In the morning, we got up around 9:00, and stumbled out to the kitchen. After spooning down a bowl of cereal, we asked Ray, who had been up and about since around 6:30, where his parents went. He said his mom went to a 9:00 a.m. sale at the shopping center, and his dad had a 9:30 tee time at the golf course. In short, we were on our own for the rest of the day.

Billy and I changed out of our pajamas, and in to our "play clothes" - Billy in faded brown corduroys and a white T-shirt, and me in a pair of black cotton pants, also with a white T-shirt. We were about to head out to the elementary school playground, when Ray, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a red striped pullover, bounced in to the bedroom with a big grin on his face, and one hand behind his back.

"Hey, Billy!" he shouted. "You say you're a pretty good escape artist?"

"Hell, yeah!" Billy replied. "I can get out of anything!

"Betcha can't get out if I tie you up!" Ray responded.

Billy was stuck. He'd been challenged by his ten-year-old brother, in front of his best friend, and had little or no choice. With a brave face, he said "Go ahead! I'll get out easy!"

Ray tied his brother's hands, feet, arms, and legs, then turned to me, and asked "How about you? You wanna try it, too?"

Looking at the helpless form of my friend, I declined, saying it was Billy that claimed to be the great escape artist, not me. Billy looked at me, and growled "Some friend you are. If you were REALLY my friend, you'd share this with me."

I ignored him, Instead, I turned to Ray, and said "Ya know, Ray, he's not really tied up unless he's gagged, too. Why don't you use one of his scout neckerchiefs?"

Billy sputtered a bit, but Ray managed to get the gag between Billy's teeth, and tie it off. It didn't do a lot of good, as Billy promptly pushed it out with his tongue, and called me a "ring-tailed skunk."

After 15 minutes, Billy was still tied up, and Ray asked him if he wanted to be untied. Billy refused, and continued to struggle. Finally, after a half hour, Billy asked to be turned loose. Ray wanted to leave him for another half hour, but I said that we were supposed to be at the playground by 11, and got Billy's hands untied.

Billy demanded our silence over the incident, and we agreed, but for a price. Then, after Ray put away the rope, we went to the playground, and spent the day playing pick-up baseball.

But Billy learned a lesson that day - not to confuse a mechanical escape with a physical escape. He also learned that nothing good ever happens when you let your mouth overload your brain.

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Last edited by drawscore on Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:11 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Don't Let Your Mouth Overload Your Brain

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jan 08, 2013 5:30 pm

I wish everyone had experiences like this. :)