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Clete & Don's Excellent Adventure Part 3
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Redondo Beach
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Okay Boys and Girls, its that time again, time for another one of
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Clete'N'Dons adventures (Bill'N'Ted, eat your heart out). This time
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we went to Redondo Beach, some people have heard me tell this story
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many times, but I'll relive forever in this electronic memoir. But first
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before i get started, I have some updating to do, its been a while and
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some things have changed for Clete and myself.
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Okay, I (Don) have gotten a job, okay, you can all stop saying
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Bullshit and whatnot now. Yes, I am employed, I currently work for a
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small press called AE Printing, I run a press and stuff, but we have the
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best small press prices youll ever find, so if you have any need for a
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small press, contact me, Ill hook you up with one of the owners, I am also
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going to school again (shit, he got a fucking life), yeah yeah, right
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I got to DVC, big whoop. As for Clete, he moved out of his moms place
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and moved in with his dad in San Carlos (just south of San Francisco)
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I still live in Pleasant Hill (East of Oakland near Walnut Creek), which
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as you can undersatnd makes things a little awkward since i still dont
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drive, so Clete moved in with his dad and was supposed to get a job with
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Apple being a beta-tester, but they flaked, so now i think hes applying to
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NCR to be a beta-tester or some such bullshit, what it boils down to is that
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hes being what i was, and getting away with it much better than I did.
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His dads house is pretty plus, has a very nice stereo system, but not as
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awesome as mine (heh heh heh, I have Klipsch speakers, his dads only has
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Infinitys, I get MUCH better bass out of mine). Its a pretty Yuppie place
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but they have this deck that is so out of hand, I'll go into that in another
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adventure. Now, on with this one
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This was a most heinous night in the history of Clete & Don, for on this
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We were not aware of the journey that awaited us, it was most cool.
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It all started out in Martinez at Joe's house, he still had 2 doses left
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over from Fry Fest I, so we got them and dropped them instantly, we then went
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on out to his sisters house in Brentwood, where we hung out played some
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horseshoes (dont ask me, they are your typical suburban fruitcakes, but
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they are cool people none the less), and drank a couple beers, we could
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feel the acid starting to kick in and we decided it was time to leave, they
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kept asking us to stay for dinner, but there was no way we could do that
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especially when his sister had some lady over that was one of her superiors
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at wherever it is that she works, so that would not have been good, so we
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got out fo there with the quickness. I think we may have gotten some pot
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from her, but im not sure, i know we had some dirty 30 left, so we weren't
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in total dire straights. So after we bail out there we keep on heading towards
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Sacramento on highway 4, somewhere out there in Butt Fuck Egypt we got lost
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and depressed, everything was so dead, and lifeless. Therefore we had the
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bright idea to go the beach. About two weeks earlier, some of us, Joe, Jenn
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Rob, Me, Clete, Rich went to this beach in halfmoon bay, had a bonfire, slept
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there and stuff, with no hassle, so we decided to go back since that would be
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mucho trippy, so we go along some road that connects Brentwood and Liverbore
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and get on 580 and start heading west. We get to the San Mateo bridge, had
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some problmes handing the guy the one, but managed it. We then cranked up
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Boston (Playing Foreplay) and smoked a bowl while going about 90 right at
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sunset, I tell you, it was a really wonderful expirence, if you ever get the
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chance, make sure you try that, its great.
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So, we manage to get to Half Moon Bay and stop in a 7-11, we need big
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gulps, moral impreative. But, there was so many people in there, i mean
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the place was packed, and they were all STARING at me! I swear they were, thats
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why i left clete to deal with it, i couldnt hang, i was getting freaked, so we
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get done with that little episode, and head on out to REDONDO BEACH (lotsa
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reverb here). We get there, and start going down the cliff, no, this cliff
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isnt too bad, not very steep, buts its pretty dangerous in the dark, and of
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course, we didnt use a flashlight, so after almost getting ourselves killed
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we get to the beach, about 200 yards away from where we were, some kids were
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having a bonfire, cool we thought, we can hang with this. So we go down the
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beach a ways from them and start hallucinating. But i just happen to notice
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these odd lights just offshore, seem to be coming our way, looks kinda like
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a boat, but im not really sure. I look down the beach about 300 yeards and
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theres this big light sweeping donw the beach, I instantly hit the dirt,
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Clete was a couple feet in front of me with his back to the ocean looking
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at me, wondering what the hell i was doing, he doesnt see the light sweeping
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the beach. Im yeliing at him, theres a spotlight, get down ect. and he
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notices it at the last second, right as it sweeps over us he drops. I figure
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they saw us since the beam stopped right where we were and looked like
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it was being focused on us, so Clete was shitting bricks, thinking they
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are going to land and arrest us and hes looking for the pot so he can ditch
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it if nessecary, and hes just havin a cow, and i was just laying there
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laughing my head off, hes freaking out, were on this beach in the middle of
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the night, were on a lot fo drugs, and they have a big spotlight on us
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and i have a head full of acid, it was too much, so of course i did the
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only things i could do, laugh, it was pretty hairy though. Anyways
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the light finally goes away and we feel a little better, but not much
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since clete thinks he lost the pot, so we spend the next 5 or 10 minutes
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looking for it with no luck. but while were looking, we hear a helicopter
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and its getting closer and louder, just to be safe we move back up the beach
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a bit and were sitting there on some rocks, and it starts getting really loud
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then, we see it, this hbuge Huey not more than 200 feet off the ground with
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on of those HUGE spotlights you see in movies sweeping the beach, so of course
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we start screaming and shitting bricks. The light passes by us not more than
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10 feet from out feet, I was trying to crawl out of my skin, and i was so damn
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scared, i thought i was going to die, i could see the beam, it seemed to move in
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10 foot chunks, almost animated. Well, the chopper went away and we just sat
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there on some rocks with our brains scrambled, our pulses doubled and totally
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scared, we had given up the pot as a loss, and decided to smoke the rest of the
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bowl we had with us (we had some in the bowl and the chamber, so we werent
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totally SOL), i reasoned that they were just trying to scare us and wouldnt
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come back, so we should smoke a bowl to calm down and start hallucianting like
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we should be. So we smoked a bowl and started tripping again and basically
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calmed down, which was nice, but after about 15 minutes, the fucking chopper
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came back, it was a little farther out the beach, but there it was, and ya
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know, it scared us just as much the second time, after it left again i noticed
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that patrol boat was sweeping up the beach again, it was unanimously decided
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that this was a good time to get the hell out, we were pushing our luck.
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So we made a mad dash up that hill and into the car, about halfway up the hill
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we ran onto some problems, we were hallucinating lights all over the place
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we were afraid the parking lot was crawling with cops, so it took us about
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15 minutes to get up that last stretch, of course there were no cops up there
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so we sat in the car and stuck in the second disk of The Wall, we had listend
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to the first disk sitting there in the parking lot before we went down.
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after we got in the car we left, with much haste, and headed back north on
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highway 1, about half a mile down the road, Clete found the pot!
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(HAPPY HAPPY, JOY JOY) He had put it in a pocket he forgot to check while
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we were at the beach, so we tootled on up 1 through Pacifica and into SF
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and kept on going across the Golden Gate, got onto 101, went to the Richmond
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bridge, went across, got on 80, took 80 on up to 24 and headed back out to
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Cletes moms house, and pretty much sat there for the rest of the night going
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shiiiit, what a trip, we were all over 3 countys, it was brutal, so that
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about wraps that one up.
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Untill Next time: Bunk Doses really suck!
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Coming soon-
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Mt. Diablo Turns into a Bud
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Christmas Eve
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Redondo Revisted!
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and more (we hope)
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(C)1992 Clete'N'Don Productions 4/10/92
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