San Francisco, California
Hell's Angels Are In The Tent Beside Yours
Age 23
I am scared out of my mind. We
are in a campground in Northern California and a gang of Hell's Angels have just swarmed into the campground beside ours.
A day before, I met Eileen at the Ride
Centre in San Francisco, and our driver Rudy as well. We are headed for Canada in the red sports convertible of
Rudy, who is a maniac driver as well as a non-stop talker, who delights in baiting Eileen, who is up on all the latest feminist
best-sellers.
Eileen is a handsome girl from NYC who
is going to university in Bellingham, she has been visiting her dad in san Francisco, as I have been visiting my Aunt Dorothy.
Rudy is the son of a wealthy garment manufacturer from Montreal, who has sensibly provided his boy with a hand-gun.
We sleep in our tent, or more accurately,
Rudy and Eileeen sleep in our tent. They have informed me that I have nothing to worry about, as the Hell's Angels will
occupy themselves.
Having stronger imaginative tendencies,
I ask for and receive the pistol which I place beside my sleeping bag. I put my hand on the gun, and I do not fall asleep,
as I hear the partying, the hollering, and the maniac sounds of men getting drunker and drunker by the hour. By the
time the motorcycle gang decides to call it a night, the sun is coming up.
I am full of fresh air and anxiety.
Not only that, I still believe prayers work, and I pray every minute, Just get me out of this, please just get me out of this,
and I will be the goodest person who ever lived, I will give lots of money to charity, etc.
Hey, and if it's so safe to share camping
ground with Hell's Angel's then where are all the other stories like mine?
