I was just remembering a moment in my life. It was the mid 80's, I think it was the summer of '85. I was like 8 or 9. My dad had just got his new pick-up truck, and decided to take the imediate family, my aunt and my cousin Phillip to San Pedro. It was on a Sunday, a clear day, very nice. We all went to the pier, Ate some seafood....I remember....I had Lobster....It was so good. We saw the sights and decided to leave by 9:30.
It was My cousin, my sister and Myself, in the back of the blue carpeted cab of the truck. I was siting against the front end of the cab. I had purchased a toy shark, made of rubber, that squeeked. I was keeping myself entertained with it, I used to love plastic animals.The night was kind of weird, it was not a hot summer night, but a Breezy one. On the way back home, I looked out the window. I looked at all the lighted street sighns, resturaunt sighns and all the people scatter home.
I remember my outfitt that day...I was wearing Green dove shorts, some white tennis, and a white shirt. I don't know what that has to do with this story, but I thought I would throw it in, because I love the phrase "DOVE SHORTS". Anyways, My cousin Phillip called my name. And I answered "what?". If I knew, what was comming next, I would not be writing this right now. "So.l..what are you gonna do if the nightstalker breaks in your house? he likes Yellow houses".
AND I JUST LET ONE LOOSE....
Yeah, He made me shit my pants. In total shock and sitting in my own stool, I did not answered. I did not even let anyone know I shited my pants. I soon, got home and went to see the damage. Asked my mom if I can shower, and went to bed...scared out of my mind.