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I got to talk a bit with one of the drivers, a 40-something guy, that delivered gravel to my place yesterday...nice guy who grew up right around here.
He asked me the usual questions...how long have you lived here, etc... He pointed to a corner of the pasture and said he was just a young kid when he fell in the creek right by that corner of the fence and landed on piece of glass. He had a massive scar on his wrist and said he almost bled to death before he got help. He talked about riding bikes with his friends, later dirt bikes, all over the property and camping in the woods behind the house.
Then he walked a few feet to a particular spot in the driveway and said he got into the worst fight of his life right on that spot when he was 18. He said he was fond of a lady that used to live in the old house that was on the place (bulldozed about 6 years ago...long before we got here). He'd been over to her place "visiting" when the older brother of the guy who owns the property that borders us on the north happened to stop by. Seems he wanted to "visit" as well since this lady was his girlfriend. The two of 'em started fighting and the second guy eventually pulled a big knife and stabbed by truck driver in the abdomen. My driver walked over to his truck and got an old, beat up revolver and took a shot at the neighbor's brother, but missed. He only had one round in the revolver...all the others had been fired and he didn't have any more ammo. He said that probably kept him out of prison.
Then he said he didn't know why he had such happy memories of the place because everything here had tried to kill him over the years.
Kinda makes me wonder what else has happened in the past at other places where I've lived.
He asked me the usual questions...how long have you lived here, etc... He pointed to a corner of the pasture and said he was just a young kid when he fell in the creek right by that corner of the fence and landed on piece of glass. He had a massive scar on his wrist and said he almost bled to death before he got help. He talked about riding bikes with his friends, later dirt bikes, all over the property and camping in the woods behind the house.
Then he walked a few feet to a particular spot in the driveway and said he got into the worst fight of his life right on that spot when he was 18. He said he was fond of a lady that used to live in the old house that was on the place (bulldozed about 6 years ago...long before we got here). He'd been over to her place "visiting" when the older brother of the guy who owns the property that borders us on the north happened to stop by. Seems he wanted to "visit" as well since this lady was his girlfriend. The two of 'em started fighting and the second guy eventually pulled a big knife and stabbed by truck driver in the abdomen. My driver walked over to his truck and got an old, beat up revolver and took a shot at the neighbor's brother, but missed. He only had one round in the revolver...all the others had been fired and he didn't have any more ammo. He said that probably kept him out of prison.
Then he said he didn't know why he had such happy memories of the place because everything here had tried to kill him over the years.
Kinda makes me wonder what else has happened in the past at other places where I've lived.