The Great North Congress Street Smack-Down

I would be remiss if I did not back up a few posts and tell you about a special friend of mine. Her name will not be revealed but I did mention her previously. She was the woman that Kay had a 4 year relationship with prior to she and I getting together. She was so beautiful and had a style all her own. She had this unique sort of a subdued '80's hippie thing going on. There has been no one like her, before or since.

Upon getting to know her better I learned that she was an innocent much like me. She had moved to Jackson from a small town in the Mississippi Delta. All she knew was that this very interesting woman wanted to be with her and that was that. She was as shocked as I was to find out what sort of person she had become involved with. She had never been abused physically, especially by someone she had so trustingly given her heart to.

I have a funny story to tell you that she reminded me of during a long conversation we had today. Apparently only a couple of days after Kay and I got together, she went to my friend's house and took something from her. No more details than that but suffice it to say my friend wanted her shit BACK!

So she shows up at Kay's apartment (I think I was at Bubba's apartment with everyone else watching the events unfold and eating popcorn) asking for her things back. Kay then proceeds to chase her with a stick and hits her where? You guessed it – in the head! Anyway, not to be outdone, my friend gets in her Ford Pinto, yanks that thing in reverse and proceeds to ram Kay's grandmother's car, a mint condition older model Chevy Impala, from behind on the street where it was parked.

After that I think it got good to her because she again slammed it in reverse and plowed into the back of the car again...and again, like 3 or 4 times! She even pushed Kay's car into the car parked in front of hers causing it to jump the curb and slam into a tree! Then there she goes, screeching off down North Congress Street, flames shooting out of the hood of her Pinto!

This, dear readers, is what happens after you physically and mentally abuse a person for so long and that final straw snaps. The fact that years before Kay had put a cigarette out above my friends lip that burned all the way through to her gums, couldn't possibly have had anything to do with the Great North Congress Street Pinto-Impala Smack-Down of 1983!

What would you think?