 
I met Lucinda at an Electronics and Computer store in Olympia. She was the cashier. I'm really not too sure if she sold computers or not. I don't think so. The Radio Shack was across the street, and I think she worked there before. She had six kids or so, and she was pregnant when I first met her. She wore a brown sweater and a leather hippie hat. I had the 1970 International truck when I first started working there, and I would buy cheap loafs of white bread, miracle whip, and baloney, and keep the fixins in a cooler in the truck. I was only working part time at the electronics shop. She saw what I was living on, and invited me to her house for dinner. Her husband had random part-time jobs. I drove the International when I started school, then I gave it back to dad when he complained about his subsidy of me somehow, then I drove the moped, then he gave me the International, then I sold the moped, then I traded the International for the '57 Chevy Pickup that George had, then I sold that to Aaron and got the Mazda in '84. I'll have to mull that over. I remember I blew the freeze plugs out that winter and fixed it with Solder Seal, and the time I roamed Pacific trying to tune up the truck, I was still in the dorms. Back to George's part time jobs. One job I remember was he was working at a Christmas tree lot, so that must have been Christmas of '84. Anyway, back to when we first met. Lucinda invited me over for dinner at their house after work, when she found out I was living on white bread and baloney. They had a really good deal on a run down house at a dead-end dirt street on the east side, across the street from Rainy Day records, on the Seven Eleven side. I never did go upstairs, or really go around the house much. I'd hang out in the living room and watch TV with them and eat dinner. The kids were running around like crazy, it was dark in the house that time of year, but it was warm, and the casseroles I ate were good. It was pretty much always a casserole, maybe enchiladas or something like that. George and Lucinda met on the streets of Sacramento. Lucinda told about how she would spend the night in telephone booths. Both of them were big fans of the '57 era of Chevy trucks. I forget how long the series went, but my '55 GMC was the same series, just a 6 volt. One night, after partying a bit, George had a contract to do some landscaping at the strip mall near his house. I helped him, as well as the tiny freak guy with long hair. It was probably midnight, and I was pretty out of it, but having quite a blast. The police showed up though, thinking we were stealing beauty bark.
The after-work dinners went on for quite awhile. I remember leaving late one night on the moped after dinner and some Benny Hill for entertainment. There was thunder and lightning, and it started raining. I was living in the cabin at that time, a 12X12 foot cabin without water or electricity. It was about seven miles home. The moped started to sputter right about the point in the road where this one dog that always chased me was. Anyway, I decided to get rid of the moped that night. I'm not entirely sure how the whole International thing went down the second time around, but I had it for a while and traded it to George for the '57 Chevy, and then sold that to Aaron. I thought the clutch was broken because it wouldn't disengage. I had no idea how a clutch really worked. George tried to tell me. George ended up getting a front loader full of gravel dumped in the International (a 1970 2WD pickup), and it split the sides clean off. The Mazda truck I had, George said, had a 2 barrel carburetor in it that made it act like a 4 barrel the way it was staged. I have no idea what that meant, but he was impressed by my 2 liter Mazda engine. About that time, we started getting farther apart. They got kicked out of their house, and moved to some land that had a single-wide trailer on it. He made bunks for the kids. Lucinda called to chat while I was at the downtown location. She got layed off, I think, so she could have her baby. The owner was always doing kind things for her. He died of lung cancer a year or so later. Lucinda would call me, but I was a bit annoyed with her. I suppose I was moving on in my life I thought. I did check out the land they got. There was a chicken coop that George thought I might want to live in, but I declined. I did seriously consider it. I've thought about living in some weird places (like under the Pie Shop). I think the small freak guy might have ended up living in the chicken coop. George was especially proud of the wood stove he made out of two 55 gallon drums. He built a fire in the bottom drum with staggered exhaust so the second drum caught a lot of the heat that would normally be wasted.
One evening George caught me buying Del's fire logs (kinda like presto logs) to heat my cabin. This must have been late fall of '84. He told me to come on by and pick up some wood. I shouldn't be buying it. I filled my Mazda truck up with wood. He said he would drop by the next day on his way out to cut some wood in my old International with the small freak guy. The small freak guy had long, greasy, black hair. He had kind of a mousey look. He didn't say much, but he gave me a very unsettled feeling. I didn't think about it much at first, but just wait... George did stop by my cabin the next day. I had a $100 McCullough chainsaw I bought at Ernst to cut wood. Chainsaws were actually banned on the farm I lived. It was 15 acres or so out Steamboat island road. There were a bunch of different cabins there. A big octagon with three stories was next to my cabin. Mine was called the Hobbitat. George showed me how to sharpen the chain on my saw with a file. The neighbor in the octagon, Perry, came over and asked if everything was OK. George and the small freak guy did look kind of threatening, I suppose. Anyway, I thanked George, and he went on his way, with kind of a weird demeanor. Later, I figure it was because I was supposed to help him get wood. It never even crossed my mind at the time. I didn't see George and Lucinda for a long time after that. I called up Lucinda one time and said I'd bring by some 99 cent pizzas. She said she'd have one of her kids go up to the store and get some veggies and cheese to put on the pizzas. When George got home, he said, "what are you doing here?" to me, as thought I wasn't welcome. Lucinda said I brought pizzas, and he seemed OK. When Lucinda was gone, he asked if I would screw his wife. I said sure, figuring, in my strange logic, that he meant was she good looking. He then showed me a gate, and pointed his finger at some liquid on the post next to it, and said if I put "that there". I said, "what?", and he said that somebody spooged on the post, and did I do it. As an added piece of background here, George had a vasectomy twice, and Lucinda still got pregnant, even after George got tested. Lucinda told this to me as a story of incredible nature, like, "how could I possibly get pregnant after that?". Of course, I now figure that it might not have been so incredible. Regardless, I didn't see George and Lucinda much after this incident. I went back there around the time I was buying parts for Earl, the rocker bug, but they had moved by then.
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