Piggymon, I talked to Jason when I was in Negril last week, and when I mentioned your screenname Piggymon, he said "Oh Piggy!", so he believes he knows who you are. He did tell me one story about you having to run out of Negril back in the day. I didn't have my computer with me to show him your picture, unfortunately. Just wanted to let you know I finally got to tell him about you!
Originally Posted by JamericanNC
Cool Breeze, JamericanNC! Good old, Jason! It is funny thinking about him being all grown up. Thank you for passing along my good wishes to him and for letting me know that he still remembers me. His father, Steve, and I had some neat adventures together, not just in Jamaica, but in South America as well. Steve was an amazing character. I remember when he was knocked off a little motorcycle on the beach road doing about 60 mph. He was wearing nothing but a bathing suit and flip-flops. Steve skidded, slid, and tumbled down the tarmac for quite some distance before coming to rest on the grassy shoulder. The surface of the road that that time resembled an extremely rough rasp, and Steve had road rash all over his body, particularly on the palms of his hands and the sides of his feet. While Steve laid in the grass, the Jamaican motorcyclist who Steve ran into, and his buddy, ran into the bush, grabbed a couple of sticks and administered corporal punishment to Steve for causing the wreck. Steve probably did cause the wreck since he was high Mandrax and rum at the time of the accident. Steve had a rough recuperation period, because he could not lay in any position without his oozing road rash becoming stuck to his sheets. But recover he did and went on to buy himself some much bigger and more powerful motorcycles later. He also was thrown over a wall by Big Al on the cliffs and tore the heck out himself on the jagged rock, but the miracle was that he managed to not die in the process. Whenever and however he died, as the old blues song goes, he had his fun. In fact, he had several lifetimes of fun and agony. I am sure that he did not go gentle into that good night.
Yes, I did have to leave Negril under somewhat shall we say less than ideal circumstances. That old concrete jail back behind the police station across from the Yacht Club was not the most secure in the world. They must not have let that concrete cure properly, but that is not really unexpected. If they had known how close they came to snagging me, they would be gnashing their teeth. It makes a hell of a story, but one that I can tell very few people.
Do they have a statute of limitations act in Jamaica? I actually slipped back into and out of town a few times afterwards, but discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to let things cool off for a while. Do you think 40 years is long enough?
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