Earlier today while we were chatting, Scott reminded me of one of the more innocent, yet terribly annoying schemes we had pulled on another fellow Offmen. We were sitting in the infamous Offmen Chevy Monza that was owned by Mike S. at the time. Now this car in itself was a piece of Offmen history considering it started with Scott and was also eventually owned by 2 other Offmen before it met it’s downfall. It was silver, it was old and it was cool: it was the Monza.
So here we were in the Monza. Like I said at this time it was under the control of proprietor number 2, Mike S. Make had made a short stop at his Parent’ s house and Scott and I decided to wait in the car for him.
For some odd reason, Scott and I came up with the idea of seeing how many cigarettes it would take to completely fill the Monza with smoke. Keep in mind that this had to be done in a very short time also. So Scott and I lit up and started puffing away like to made stoners on some kind of weed bender. I think we managed to get 4 or 5 cigarettes between the both of us smoked down before Mike came back out to the car. By time he did we had the thing smoked up to a nice Rastafarian’s level of haze.
I can’t quite remember if Mike was pissed off or not for the frolics we pulled, but nonethe less, we had his car in a smoked up haze beyond belief. It was one of those “You had to be there” kind of memories to get the full effect, but as soon as Scott mentioned it to me, I remembered it right away.
The one thing I can remember is the look on Mike’s face as he opened the door to his car and the smoke just poured out of the door. Gosh, we were silly sometimes.
Thanks for the memory Scott. I will leave the picture with you looking cool as can be in it for your explaining, hah.
4 comments:
oh my god. Mike S. did he ever make it big in the movie buisness, he was so full of passion.
Last I spoke to Mike S he was indeed making films... of some sort or another. He indicated that he was incharge of his own small production company.
Scott
I’ll have you all know that car, I fixed and replaced nearly every thing except the pistons and engine block before I sold her, and then she had the nerve to not break down even once for the two proceeding and I may say abusive owners. It makes me wonder where her steel is today? Some times I dream that she is again mine… and then I think am I still in high school, and then I check to make sure I am not dreaming in my underwear again!
Scott
it's those kind of memories that make me really miss smoking.
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