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"The Text-file people" at
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Anarchy Inc.
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bring you:
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The Oscar Mears Saga Vol. II
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by
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The Motorhead!
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Where we left off last time, our hero, Oscar Mears, had just cut a whole day
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of school after the little incident with the water in his locker.
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Oscar managed to forge a note from his mom saying that he was sick the
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previous day, so he got away with his little escapade scot-free. That next day
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they just happened to have an HCC meeting at lunchtime, so Oscar showed up to
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get the map for their next Friday night meeting. This time there wasn't any
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mention of him in the HCC News, instead Evil Man was shown taking a sledge
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hammer to an Atari 800, and then beating Tom Shou (an infamous Atari-lover in
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the club) over the head with a Soviet rocket launcher. Oscar managed to laugh
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at this one.
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During that week, Oscar managed to get his drivers license (after only four
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tries at the test), so he was able to drive himself to the meeting. On the way,
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he was pulled over by a cop, not for speeding, but for driving too slow. It
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seems he was only driving 20 mph in a 25 zone, and was getting quite a few other
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drivers quite mad at him. After getting a lecture from the cop about traffic
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safety, Oscar went on his way, and finally found the street that had the house
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where the meeting was being held. He drove right past the house the first time,
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but when he was coming back the other way he spotted the house by the sign that
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said "Copyright Violation Meeting is Here".
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Oscar parked the car, and proceeded down the long driveway to the house, and
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when he reached the door he was greeted by a particularly loud stereo blasting
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"the Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath. Blade Master answered the door, and said in a
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rather slurred voice "Who the fuck are you? Oh, it's just you. Come on in,
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dude." Oscar gave him a funny look and then went into the house. Inside he
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could see why the Blade Master had such slurred speech. There was a large
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Indian water tower with a long bit of surgical tubing connected to it sitting
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out on the back patio, and there were several people gathered around it, waiting
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their turn to take a massive hit of THC.
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When Blade noticed Oscar eyeing the water tower, he said "Wanna get stoned?
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Go on out." At this invitation, Oscar walked out onto the patio and stood behind
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everybody else, waiting for a turn at the tower. As he stood there, everybody
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turned around and started staring at him. Then the Burnout said "Hey, Oscar's
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never been stoned! You go next!" and pushed Oscar right up in front of the
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tower, which now seemed to stretch up to infinity now that he was close to it.
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Burnout handed him the end of the surgical tubing and said "Put this in your
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mouth and suck in as hard as you can." Oscar complied, and when he sucked in, a
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lot of strange-tasting smoke filled his lungs. When he had inhaled about as
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much as his lungs could handle, Oscar let go of the tubing, and was about to
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exhale, when someone else said "Hey, don't do that! Hold it in as long as
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possible!" Oscar suddenly held up and held his breath for quite a while, until
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he could no longer stand it and had to exhale.
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It didn't take long for the marijuana to take effect. Within thirty seconds,
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Oscar started swaying back and forth on his feet, and then groped for a bench to
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sit on. After he had managed regain control over his legs, Oscar stood back up
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and walked back into the house. He headed straight back to the living room,
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where the rest of the people were watching some X-rated movie called "Femmes" or
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some such thing. Oscar found everything about the movie immensely funny, and
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started to laugh uncontrollably, and wouldn't stop even at the insistence of
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everybody else in the room. It took quite some time for him to calm down, all
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the while laughing on and off at the slightest provocation whatsoever.
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Everybody knew that he had never been stoned before in his life. It showed so
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much.
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After regaining his composure somewhat, Oscar went back out onto the patio,
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and demanded another go at the tower. Several people (the Motorhead, the
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Burnout, the Unseen Terror to be exact) tried to get him not to, but he
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insisted. "I can handle this shit! Why, I've taken tons of shit like this!
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LSD! You name it!" was his reply. The obvious signs of someone raving. Well,
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the others finally let him take another crack at the tower, and this time he
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took such a great lungfull that it put him out totally. He was out cold for a
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good two hours, and he had to be shaken to be woken up when it was time for him
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to go home.
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The next weekend there was no HCC meeting, so Oscar reverted to his nerdy self
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for a few days, but the following weekend there was another one, one to which he
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later regretted going. It was like this. First they met at somebody's house,
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screwed around there, drank some beers, watched a stupid movie on HBO (aren't
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they all?), then piled into cars to head over to the (now gone) Moffett Drive-in
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to catch a flick there. When they turned off Bayshore Freeway onto Steirlin
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Rd., they made another turn down a side street across from the theatre entrance.
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When Oscar enquired why they were going down there, he learned that most of them
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were going to sneak in through the exit, and a few people would go in the
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entrance with the cars. Oscar chose to go in through the entrance.
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Well, after getting into the movie, the Burnout produced an ice chest full of
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beers, and everybody drank quite a lot. After having more than his share of the
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alcohol, Oscar started to rummage around in the Blade Master's car, and managed
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to find two machettes (now you will see why the Blade Master got his name).
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Oscar took these, went over to Blade and, showing him the two knives, said
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"What're these for, Baron?" Blade took one of the knives and said "Watch this"
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as he cut the cord to a drive-in speaker and threw the speaker off into the
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bushes. Oscar watched in amazement and, after Blade was done, he ran off
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gleefully to hack off his own share of speakers.
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Oscar ran around the parking lot, hacking off speakers until while he was in
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the process of hacking one particularly obnoxious speaker off, he was tapped on
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the back. When he turned around, he was greeted by a police officer with Blade
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Master in tow. Oscar was shocked, and dropped the blade to the ground. The cop
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said "Now just what the HELL do you think you're doing?" Oscar could only manage
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to mumble a few unintelligible words as the cop dragged him off.
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When everybody else saw what happened to Blade Master and Oscar, you can
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imagine what they did. They rushed to pack everybody and everything else into
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the cars, and they rushed out through the exit, managing to get away without
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being associated with the two now-arrested persons with deadly weapons. Now
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Oscar was really stuck. He couldn't get out of this one by simply forging a
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note from his parents.
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When the Mears house received a phone call from the Mt. View police
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department concerning their son, there was an instant uproar. Oscar's parents
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immediately climbed into the car and drove straight down to the station house to
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retrieve their "ignorant little bastard" (to quote Mr. Mears while in the car)
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of a son. For some strange reason, Oscar didn't mention the HCC or anybody else
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associated with it, so he got all the blame leveled at himself, and he was very
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sorry for what he did (for two whole months to be exact).
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Here ends volume two of the Oscar Mears saga. Preview of coming attractions
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in the amazing saga of Oscar Mears: The Beach, Oscar's conversation with
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"Fifi", Oscar's first Rock Concert.
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(C) 1985 by Nobody in particular.
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