Puts Rectum, hahaha - hadn't heard that one. Of course, Gladstoners are classic. Fortunately for me, after 4 years I escaped Clackatraz. After 2 years at Cow Valley, I spend a long time at Penis U.
I lived in Yakima and was 23 years old. It turned dark as night and the ash fell like a heavy snowfall. I remember the roosters crowing like morning and all the birds acting like it was a new day. We got a foot and a half of ash. I made a lot of money shoveling ash that summer.
I was topless bar hopping. I was at some joint on Barbur Blvd. near the YMCA Metro Fitness Center. Had a great view of the mountain going off. Was that a bad thing?
My dad was in an office bldg. near the Lloyd Center. I think it was near the Bonneville Power building. He was on about the sixth floor facing the mountain. He had a perfect view. Me? I was in a topless bar. Went outside to see what all the fuss was about.
I was at home watching ash fall everywhere from our living room window. Was pumped we didn't have to go to church that day. I remember having to were those painters masks for a few weeks whenever we went outside. I filled up a few big coffee cans full of ash.....mom still has it in their garage.
I was in first grade attending Chief Joseph and living off of Portland Blvd (now Rosa Parks Way) and Gay St. My dad worked as a house painter at the time so we had a bunch of those painters' masks people were wearing already. My brother and a couple of our friends got on our bikes and started riding towards the mountain. We didn't get very far before we turned back.
Richard Ross. Grew up watching him for channel 2. Ash raining down on Vancouver from the eruption caused me to have an asthma attack, and I missed my finals which cost me a couple of better grades in classes. They would not let me make them up. Hardcore BS back then.
I was 17 years old and late for work I was at a friends house the night before and his car broke down. I had to hitchhike from Vancouver to Woodland when it blew. By the time I got a ride my hair was like concrete from all the ash mixed with the rain. When I got to work (dishwasher at a restaurant) the place was closed and the 2 people that were there were sitting around the bar having drinks by candlelight because the power was off. I was an hour late but they told me to go home but I could have a beer if I wanted.
Fuck this. I have written my Mt. St. Helens story before and don't want to type it again. You all remember it, so just recount it in your heads.
