the Ballad of Fucking Larry and the Hill Part 1

We were out for a lark

Looking for adventure with some kind of spark

In a VW Baja buggy, a rainbow confectionery

The owner and driver, our friend F**king Larry

Who couldn’t decide what color it should be

Along for the ride his chick named Dee

In the back seat, my old man and me

Up around Ojai we decide to go camping

So, FL says he knows just the right kind of thing

We turn off the main

Travel down, around and then up again

“Here we are”, FL says with a grin

I get out, peer over the edge and silently cringe

Then shifting my view, just a bit to the right

I see a rocky hill haphazardly plunge out of sight

Walking back to the bug I’m incredulously struck

By the vision of a beat up, dirty, off-white tow truck

Its not just the truck itself that triggers a panic attack

Or the fact that there is a 5000-pound winch on the back

No, it’s the hand-lettered sign by the front wheel that makes my mouth frown

“THINK ABOUT COMING BACK UP THIS HILL BEFORE YOU GO DOWN”