To elope with the target of your desire ( Archived) (27)

I was stopped by the police and brought back home. My mother was close to a nervous breakdown, I had managed to give her a grey hair through my deed, while my father couldn’t do other than laugh.

My crazy side, the crazy funny side, it comes from my father.
Oh, the stuff he’s pulled, the things he’s inspired!

The sensitive side, which allows me to stop where the Lilac is in bloom by the downtown canal, pick a couple of them, and just hand one to an older lady sat alone up front in the tram, see it brighten her day, that’s from my mother, that side.

There are more sides, but let’s not go into that now, let’s be content with what I’ve already disclosed. I have lots of sides. And I want to remain a wee bit of mystery, which I won’t be if I tell you everything here, now, too soon. OK?

Our neighbor’s daughter who I eloped with, I had decided that I was to marry her.
There was no discussion, no room for her view on the matter, simply a straightforward telling of her bringing whatever she wanted to bring, and I commanding her to leave with me.

So we took off, the two of us, but were picked up about half an hour later on the highway by the police. My vehicle of escape being pulled over, stopped and brought back home.

I was four years old, as was she.

My tricycle didn’t get us far that day, but it sure has been a pleasant journey, nevertheless, ever since.
I’ve always been adventurous, me. I tend to often give in to that side of my person, I seek adventure often, all kinds.

I’m a Highwayman, will forever remain one. And it’s not only the loot I crave, it’s the adrenaline rush as much.

That is a lovely story...

I love it, being the highwayman now, you have gone up, from a tricycle to a horse...

Rock around mine anyday, horse or tricycle, I do not care and we can relive the above moment...

Whadyya say, oh Highway man?

Funny thing is I named my horse Tricycle.
It makes him confused.
He doesn’t know whether to run or roll down the forest enclosed roads.

Tricycle it is then....

Bloody stupid horse, where did you get him from?

Thank you my friend for brightening up what otherwise would be a dull and grey day, your stories are wonderful, its not important whether true or false, its whats hidden beneath all the veneer that enthrals me.

I and I suspect many others look with intense anticipation to your next journey,

Oh, but this was a true story, K. I promise you.
And the next round of beer is on me.

Erm, s'cuse me, Highway Man, the next round is mine, he is delivering Worcester Sauce, and you know what I am going to do with that???

Woman, no need for the querying, you're doomed, and you know it.
I'm to take you, just take you like a Midwestern Tornado rips a Kentucky tree out the soil.

Kevin!!!!!!!??????

Get that Worcester onto DHL... NOW.