Swerving Down the Highway: Selected Reflections on the Golden Age of Drunken Driving
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Try if you will, to imagine a time when automobiles were virtual bars, DWI roadblocks were in their infancy and MADD's mothers were still in utero. A time when "impaired" drivers were not vilified and hunted down like wild animals, but praised and admired for their deftness, agility, and multitasking ability.
Ah my friends, but not so many years ago such an era did exist! Herein lies the tales of the brave young men who took to their vehicles, beer can in hand, fearing nothing but incompetent sober drivers and the occasional moving telephone pole.
Squire Malloy
The author is a vintage, Jesuit trained Irish ex-Catholic with a BA in philosophy and a masters in Sociology. He has been practically (and sometimes literally) living in bars for the past 40 years. He credits switching to beer from gin and other similar toxins with keeping him alive and in moderate health. He has spent (some say wasted) almost his entire adult life in the pursuit of the pleasures of alcohol and the pain of women. The author has yet to succumb to rehab, citing the cherished adage that says “winners never quit”.
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Swerving Down the Highway - Squire Malloy
Swerving Down
The Highway
Selected Reflections on the
Golden Age of Drunken Driving
Squire Malloy
Copyright © 2011 by Squire Malloy.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011960582
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4653-8634-2
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CONTENTS
I Drank Some Very Bad Beer
[With Apologies To The Chairman Of The Board
]
Rule No.1: Never drive to the local establishment without eating first
8 Ounces Of Prevention…
Rule No.2: Never drive with any malfunctioning lights.
Golden Shower
Rule No.3: Never call the cops when you are drunk and are in possession of a car or its keys.
Lost And Fined
Press 2 For Spanish
Rule No.4: Never drunk drive slowly.
No, I’m Not Mario Andretti
Rule No.5: Abandon the ship.
Rookie Mountain High
Rule No.6: Drunk drive on familiar turf when you can.
I’m Getting Closer To My Home
To Protect And Swerve
Gut-’Wrenching’ Decision
Grand Theft Auto
The Bigger They Are…
Sour Dreams
Lost In Belmar
Keep Off The Grass
Rule No.7: Never drive drunk with a failed inspection sticker.
Snow Job
Rule No.8: Shut up.
The Longest [Mother’s] Day
Don’t Poke A Pig
Cold Comfort
Rule No.9: Never drive under the influence of reefer.
Mary Jane And I Have A Disagreement
Rule No.10: Don’t mix booze and bikes
Don’t Go West, Young Man
Know When To Fold ‘Em
In The Out Door
Breezy Rider
I Shoulda Stood In Bed
One Slice To Stay
On The Sidewalks (Southwest) Of New York
Rule No.11: Hit-and-run for the hills.
Better To Have Loved And Lost (A Little)
Rule No.12: If you can’t see, don’t drive.
Both Barrels Unloaded
Off Keys
Off With His Head
Wired In Nyc
A Bridge Too Far
Tow Fetish
Southern Discomfort
Go Away Little Girl
The Sun Also Rises
Transition Lenses
Go-Going, Go-Going, Gone
Knights In White Satin
‘Bear’ Bottoms
Down The Up Staircase
Epilogue I
Epilogue II
"
I DRANK SOME VERY BAD BEER"
[
WITH APOLOGIES TO THE
"
CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD"]
When I was just thirteen, I drank some very bad beer
I drank some very bad beer served up by old maids
In little corner bars
Their faces had scars, and their teeth were green
When I was only thirteen
When I turned twenty-one, I drank the same crummy beer
I drank the same crummy beer but strode into the joint
With my own ID
They were shocked to see, I wasn’t thirty-one
When I turned twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, I tried some imported beer
I tried some imported beer with funny sounding names
In bottles and on tap
It tasted like crap, I was lucky to survive
When I was thirty-five
When I was forty-four, I drank some more lousy beer
I drank some more lousy beer and often woke up
Not knowing where I was
And that was because
I’d passed out on the floor
When I was forty-four
When I was fifty-nine, the doctor told me, No more beer.
The doctor told me, "No more beer, you’re gonna kill yourself,
Or wind up on the street"
But my bartender was sweet, he said, You look just fine.
When I was fifty-nine,
And now the nights are short, I have to piss after each beer,
But I think of my life as one big keg,
I’ve suckled from the start. You can’t keep us apart.
I hope I’ve made it clear.
I drank some very bad beer.
My nickname is Squire,
short for Esquire. Sure it sounds a bit priggish, but it was actually bestowed on me by my friends, because, in my younger years, I would always represent myself as a law student to prospective love interests at bars. A grizzly can smell carrion two miles away, and rumor had it that a woman could do the same thing with a $100 bill. I wanted to smell like I would soon have some of those. An old adage says that a good pool shooter is the sign of a misspent youth. Yes, but one does not need to hang out in billiard parlors to fritter away one’s salad days. Drinking, gambling, and skirt-chasing are other choices. Those are the ones I made.
I was not alone in these pursuits. A cast of like-minded miscreants will figure prominently in the following tales. Besides myself, Big Jim, Benny, GM, Barney, and Transit made up the group referred to as The Boys.
This collective moniker was more a reflection of our puerile behavior than of our age. These young men were my faithful drinking companions and, with a smattering of peripheral personnel, helped create the exciting experiences which comprise most of this book.
While most of the gray matter, whose role it is to remember things, has been borne away by a river of beer, enough cells apparently reached safety in the attic of my brain to enable me to recall these stories. While writing them, I could hardly believe some of them myself, but my sources (The Boys) assured me they were all sadly true. For reasons that should become obvious, most of the names and locations have been altered. (My editor has suggested that besides the names and locations, perhaps The Boys
should have been altered.
)
Some of the time—well, most—the pursuit of wagers and women fell prey to the pursuit of drink. For all these career aspirations, the car was a necessary component. Back in the day, before online gambling and sex chat rooms, one required transportation in order to pursue one’s happiness, a right guaranteed in the Declaration of Independence. With that right came the need for drinking and driving.
Even having now established drinking and driving as a right granted by our founding fathers, I must warn that there are those in power who are not loose constructionists. Drunk driving can be dangerous, especially to your pocketbook. Today’s fines and penalties (more about them later) would make Torquemada envious. Blotto driving can be even more perilous as it may lead to a trip to the body shop, hospital, jail cell, or even the morgue.
Studies show that most drunk driving accidents are caused by people who just don’t know how to do it properly. As I do support the Constitution, I would require driver’s education in schools to include courses on how to drive drunk. Until Sharia becomes the law of the land, people will drink and drive. Banning drinking doesn’t work (except for gangsters). Remember prohibition? Banning cars would save tens of thousands of lives each year (and make drunk driving impossible).
But imagine the loss of jobs with the abolition of the auto: traffic cops, median grass cutters, cement and plastic lane divider makers, sleazy auto dealers (redundancy?), grease monkeys, Big Oil and Gas execs, muffler makers, gas pump jockeys, toll takers, ER doctors and nurses, parking lot attendants, personal injury lawyers, etc., etc., and also the devastating trickle-down effect on the bartenders and waitresses who service these people (okay, mostly the cops and lawyers). In this economy, we must drive the automobile and must be able to drink.
Allow me here to draw an analogy between drunk driving education and sex education (gee, those abstinence classes were really a hit). You don’t want people having sex irresponsibly, because of the undesirable side effects—STDs and those unwanted crying and pooping machines, right? You don’t want irresponsible drunk driving either for the reasons cited above; fines, accidents, etc. The sensible thing to do is educate, and I believe that the following tales will prove constructive to most of us.
One of my friends’ uncle’s favorite sayings was If you are going to do something wrong, do it right.
This certainly relates to drunk driving, especially since the definition of wrong
has been so greatly expanded in recent years. I have been stopped well over a hundred times in my life (I’m white, go figure), but I will never forget my very first ticket (on my twenty-second stop!), and my next DUI will be my first. This last feat took some luck and a whole lot of strategy, all of which I will share in the following pages.
I also want to mention that while many pets probably did not show up at home the next morning, through sheer fortune, no actual important beings, i.e., humans, were harmed in the making of this book.
But before I begin, please let me reminisce on the days of yore (and provide a little social commentary).
Oh, how I yearn for the good old days of drunk driving; rolling down the highway blotto, legally blind and without a care in the world. No pesky road blocks to detour around and cops that would let you be on your way if you could only sing the alphabet. (Funny, I don’t recall the alphabet test when getting my license, and yet without that knowledge, I stood to lose it.) When one 16-oz. beer and a little Listerine would not put you over the legal limit, now universally at .08.