Okay ....I have to come clean on this one because I have been holding onto this guilt for way to long.....I guess you could call this tale ....don't drink and drive ....
It was one weekend in May and me an Elmo were just hanging out,killing time and bored......and.....Mt. Dew had just come out with a new flavor...can't remember the name, maybe "Mango Madness" ....something like that.
needless to say,since we were both Dew fanatics we had to try it, so we bought like 12 bottles each of the stuff, not intending on going on a binge..... 2 hours later....and 6 bottle each, downed,new flavor? AWESOME !! ...we were tweeking hard.
After chasing around the neighbors pig with a super soaker just to hear it squel (like a pig)and firing paint ball rounds at each others gut at ten paces(best 3 out of five)the loser usually ends up puking his guts out ...hehe
Elmo spotted a skateboard and an old ski rope and with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye,he asked me,"are you thinking what I'm thinking?".....and in unison we yelled " road ski " or as we call it ROADSKI !!
If you don't know what this is,it's simple, you hook up a rope to the trailer hitch on your vehicle ,normally a pick up truck but not always but in this case....Pick up....and you get pulled down the street on the skateboard.Anyway we flipped a coin and Elmo won and chose to go first.Now the pick up has a high tailgate, so I told Elmo to give me a wave to start and one to finish because I could only see his hand...
i was still tweeking on the Dew pretty good and I wanted to give Elmo the ride of his life....I was psyched !!
maybe too much....I saw his hand appear and heard him go" let er rip !!! " I hit the gas and was off...I looked at the side mirrors and couldn't see him but I heard him screaming but the thing with Elmo, is that it's hard to distinguish between his screams of joy and terror......I thought he was having the time of his life but what I thought were screams of sheer excitement was that of sheer terror.Somehow the rope got wrapped around his arm and when he couldn't stay on the skateboard anymore.....I must have dragged him for about 100 yards I only stopped because I looked down at the speedometer and it was reading 35 mph and I didn't hear him at all....I slowed to a stop and still heard nothing so I got out and went behind the truck....
OMFG !! Elmo was laying there trying to move his broken body but he couldn't even lift his head,a trail of blood down the street but what made it worse was that I couldn't locate the bleeding to try and stop it because.... he's freaking red all over !! ....as I was holding his body in my arms ,feeling like a puppet with no bones in his body....just a rag doll ....as he tried to speak,only a broken whisper escaped his lips...okay, he has no lips but you get the picture....he said"this is going to hurt way more tomorrow",he had a smile on his face...well a really broken smile ,not realizing the extent of his injuries...he died in my arms...I looked to the sky and cried "NOOOOOOO DON'T GO ELMOOOOOOOOOOO !!!! To this day it weighs heavily on me.
The pain and guilt was just too much for me to carry hidden deep inside,for so long, I had to get it out. It will take many years still, to get over it and maybe one day forgive myself....but, I still had him stuffed,that part is the same so we can remain best buds forever !!! rock on in the great big gig in the sky my friend....
You know the moral of the story ...
R.I.P. E