I helped him two more times and got paid as well, then I figured it out and set him adrift professionally.
Still available for advice and support, but no more representation. He was kinda like my firstborn, it?s a wonder I survived in this business for 28 years with a start like him. Lol Sometimes loyalty can be a blinder.
The story of Jerry?s life is another thing altogether, actually quite sad with a downward spiral, due to substance abuse. The tale I am going to tell is sad, but I will try and show the humor of it.
It wasn?t funny then, but it might be now.
I had planned a trip to Ensenada Mexico, with my son and one of my best friends, and my sons fishing buddy, that my son met on boat fishing out of San Diego.
So me and my son (Dustin) and my friend Kurt are all packed up and ready to go to San Diego and pick up Dustin?s friend Charlie. We have done this trip half a dozen times and are all pumped up.
Except for Kurt, he has never been salt water fishing, and is worried about going to Mexico and also about getting seasick. I had been trying to get him into it for years, and he had finally relented. I knew he would have fun. I actually guaranteed it. Oops.
At the time, Dustin and Charlie are both 22 and Kurt and I are 45 or so hehehe.
We have been emailing and phone calling and getting pumped up and talking smack. Biggest fish, first fish, first to puke etc etc. You guys know the drill!!!
We are leaving early Friday morning, about 530 AZ time, in order to arrive before dark, and confirm our chartered six pack boat and give our 50% deposit. Same boat we always fish.
The captain is Blackie and his deckhand is Luiz, and since it is a cabin cruiser, we usually get surprised midday, when one or two girls wake up and emerge from below.
We always leave at 5:30, and we always have to wake up the crew. LOL It always Pisses Blackie off, cause we were supposed to be stupid gringos and stay up too late, and party too much, with the readily available talent. You would think he would know better by the seventh trip. LMAO. End of prologue in the wrong sequence. Lol
So I am home on Tuesday night, going through my tackle box for the umpteenth time, counting lures, weights, hooks you know, checking line and reels and rod guides, etc etc.
The phone rings, I am thinking it?s one of the guys with a question or some smack. WRONG!!!!!
Its Jerry???He just got fired for doing something stupid under the influence of whatever, and is thinking about killing himself.
He is on his cell phone, he is behind his house in the woods in Manistee Michigan, and the cops are looking for him.
Of course I want to know what?s up, so I ask.
He tells me he got fired and why, (no brainer) and that he was sad, so he went to the local bar and had a few. He doesn?t remember exactly how, but he crashed into a parked car and messed it up pretty bad. Because he is a brilliant drunk, he decides it is better to leave, even though ten people saw him do it. In a town with a population of 500.
So he hauls a home and parks his wrecked pickup in front of his house, which is on 50 wooded acres. He runs inside and stocks up on beer, a little food, and throws on some survival gear, it is snowing. Locks up the house, takes his phone off the hook, and hikes to the top of a hill where he can watch his house.
He is now on top of the hill, on his cell explaining all this to me. OMG
The cops are there in force, three cars, and he is giving me play by play.
The cops finally leave and he is hiking back down to his house when his cell battery dies.
If you want to hear the rest of the story stayed tuned and say so. Someone get latty!!!!
If not I can save a lot of time lmao.
This post edited by AZFISHKILLER 04:42 PM 05/12/2008