I've almost died so many umpteen times each by electrocution, drowning, vehicular accidents, head wounds, poison, and many other things but I'm stillz here. Plus I have saved many lives.
One time my buddy Andy invited me up to his father’s camp site deep in the woods of the White Mountains. It was such a death trap of a cabin. We all road long trails on ultra-fast snowmobiles to get there. The cabin was lovely and the snow was pristine. We all raised the AMERICAN flag and set off on our journeys.
The cabin was exquisite, and the people were divine. We had Engineers of all kinds, pipe fitters, even my buddy MooSe who works at the Bow power plant. They are still all greats. We PLAYed so hard all day and all night. We took baths under a frozen waterfall. We ate everything in sight and drank to our hearts content. The funniest thing is MooSe slept with a pee jug right next ta him and woke up one night and drank it thinkin’ it was booze. Not all of it, but enough he almost vomited.
There was all these people of the woods. The most darling was a lil 4 year old girl that would taxi us across the frozen pond; her feet couldn’t even reach the runnin’ boards. We all would tip her a dollar each a ride. She didn’t care about the money she just love riding. As soon as she woke up she was playing on the ice and as soon as she was told ta go ta bed she played on the ice. She must have made $500+ that weekend. What and DARLin’ ICE PriNCess.
We raced across the frozen pond so fast. One kid almost drove right into the fuel canisters next to our camp.
We played horse shoes in the snow, cards, silly riddle games, and much more.
One morning I woke up and decided to race myself across the pond on a Polaris 900. I went so fast. I must have been doing about 75 when I hit this jump. I made one of my worst mistakes my hand jerked the throttle in anticipation and the Polaris bucked up in the air. I could see MY SkYz falling down on me, and then a little voice in my head told me to let go. So I DID. I ended up falling off the snowmobile and smashing my back on the ice. I flipped over and over and over and over and over and over and over 7 times. The world looked like a flip book around me of ice, earth, and air. In between the Polaris leveled out hit the snow and glided towards a huge stone and missed it by inches. My helmet flew off and the visor shattered scrapping my forehead. I landed on my feet and ran ta catch the snowmobile that wasn’t mine.
When I got back ta camp Andy’s dad was glad I was safe but a lil’ upset I broke his visor. I was wearing an old LED ZEPPLIN shirt that he loved from his childhood. So I ripped it off and gave it to him in exchange for my life.
We all continued ta play and be ourselves, KINGs in our own PlayGroundz.
It was really heartbreaking to have ta leave a place where so many people lived and so many people died.
(ANDYs DAD was named Michael as well and boy could he fly fish. As soon as his line hit the water he had a fish in his hand.)
On our way back I had to ride on the back of the dog sled while Andy drove. He was trying so hard to knock me off. We would hit jumps and I would fly 5 feet in the air. I had no helmet on at the time, just my bluZ bandanna around my mouth. I had a vision of tree tops so I held on so tight when Andy took this one corner by a cliff. The welding’s on the dog sled broke. And I almost went flying over the cliff and trees with no protection but my own. I made the turn and up the hill. When we got to the top the dog sled fell apart.
Andy’s PoPz made me ride with him until we got back safe.
A few years later at that camp, where Michaels’ brother died of a gun wound and nobody could rescue him in time because of how deep it was in the woods and mountains, Mike died of a heart attack. May MICHAEL MAGOON R.I.P. He was a great king of his thrown.
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