Amphi & the Gothic Duo...

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Amphi & the Gothic Duo

Cue up the Adams family theme song... Amphi
& I picked up a young couple dressed in black
leather trench coats, Gothic types I presumed,
some metallic body inserts and various tattoos
highlighted the black eye liner and jet black
spiked hair. They looked friendly enough,
but Amphi had his guard up with this strange
crew on board. I cued the Nirvana CD and
we streaked into the lake. The Goths were
silent, not one word from either of them. Of
the hundred of rides Amphi & I have shared
with strangers - this was the strangest so far.
I didn't notice they brought a picnic basket on
board. To break the eerie silence I asked the
obvious, "Got Milk?" The male of the species
gave me a wide snaggle tooth grin and produced
an unlabeled dark brown bottle from the picnic
basket. The female gave a cackling sound like
a cat that spies a sparrow through the window.
I drank from the bottle without actually thinking
what I was doing. Within seconds the toxic
effect of the Goths potion hit me. I too fell
silent with a big toothy grin. I don't actually
remember running out of gas or seeing the
Goths swim for shore. But I do recall the look
on Ranger Rick's face when I tried to pour in
the gallon of petrol and slipped off the hood into
the water - which was cold enough to freeze the
balls of a brass monkey. { I've always wanted to
use that term in one of these postings...} I awoke
safely in Mermaids arms this morning and thought
the nightmare was worthy of sharing with my fine
finned friends.

`64 Psychedelic
InSane D-Eggo