Teen Nature Walk Gone Bad - Pt. 2

So yeah, we’re like 15, tripping on either THC or acid, running down Park Lane, trying to wasted-ly escape from our weird class trip of taking a lame Nature Walk.

The poor teacher was a sad-sack of a dude.   Honestly, I felt just terrible running away from him and his whole nature walk situation.    I remember glancing behind,  seeing his dejected expression as we departed.   He just seemed so resolved.   The look on his face said: “Women will always leave me.”   

So I did feel terrible.   I almost wanted to run back to just give him one last hug. 

Yet, run AWAY is what I did.  What we did.  It seemed the only feasible thing to do at the time. 

So me, Lee, Camille and (presumably) Disco Rosa end up at Forest Park. 

We’re wacked.  Now that we’ve escaped the field trip, we’re just sitting around on benches laffin’ and talkin’ semi-nonsense.   Lee was seeing a guy named Rock at the time, and somehow he ended up meeting us up there and strangely enough he brought balloons up with him.  He musta had a clue-in from Lee that we were planning some kinda stoner hi-jinx…

The water fountain was running at the basketball courts, so we started filling the balloons and we had a water balloon fight, all of us tripping (except for Rock…but who knows, maybe he was tripping independently of us…)  And I think some Miller Nips were also involved.  Suddenly we had a few of those Nips in the equation….

So then after a bit, we had to go take a whiz, of course.

Me and Lee and Camille head off to one of the lesser-traveled areas of the park.  We’re walkin’ there, laffin’ and stuff, and Lee’s leading the pack.  She heads in to this little dense area to whiz.   And suddenly, she comes charging out, yelling:  “OH SHIT – IT’S A NUDIST!”

And sure enough, there’s a totally naked-from-the-waist-down dude in there, on the little trail where she went in.  He has a wife-beater t-shirt on and sneakers, but other than that HE’S NAKED!  He's just swingin' in the breeze in the noon-day sun!

So me and Camille follow suit, yellin’: “It’s a NUDIST!  It’s a NUDIST!”

But then the dude just split, all naked, on his merry way.  And we all took a whiz and everything was fine.  Everybody was happy.

But from that day forward, I will always know that little area of Forest Park as “ITSA NUDIST”.  

I’m thinking of putting a plaque up.

And there ain't no Part 3. 

For now.