I believe I got ahead of myself here. Prior to getting married,The Coal Miner’s Daughter and I needed some alone time. That college was so small there were people everywhere we went. It did not help with me being a seven foot tall ball player. We decided to go to the baseball field. We heard that the place was really private. We drove up there and parked in the dirt parking lot. Cars went by on the interstate; the street lights lit up the hills on the other side of the four lanes. After the windows were unfogged and total relaxation set in, in the darkness I heard her say, “Shit I have to piss.” Before I could respond, I heard the car door open and a cold burst of air rushed through the car causing majour shrinkage of nipples and other parts of the anatomy. Then I heard the trickle of liquid hitting the dirt. We thought that nobody saw her until we got called to the administration office. I tell you what: nothing is funnier than getting chastised by a blue-haired church lady with glasses hanging precariously off the tip of her nose, her face turning red as she tries to find the right words for what we were doing at the baseball field. Truth be told, she was more upset that I was black and she was white. That was the last straw for us. It was not long before we got married and kicked out of that place.
The Coal Miner’s Daughter had dark brown hair brown eyes, caramel complexion and a beautiful smile. Quite frankly, she had an island personality, so I immediately felt comfortable with her. The first time we kissed was in front of the little chapel in the middle of the campus. I remember her looking shocked and then saying, “Look what you went and done.” We were inseparable from that day. She always found a way to make me laugh. She was and still is a good person. Our wedding was completely crazy. No one knew about it but my friend from Ethiopia and another friend from Zambia who was with her best friend, who now hates me, I guess because I am so bloody good looking. We left the campus and drove three hours to Richmond, Kentucky: The Blue Grass City. When we got to the courthouse I was told I had to have identification, so we drove the three hours back to the school and low and behold the bloody car broke down. We borrowed my friend’s car and drove the three hours back to Richmond. We got married at the house of a preacher, an older black man, with his aging mother in attendance. When all was done we drove back to the school, I went to the gym and got dressed for a ball game and then I played the game. Afterwards, I saw her for about ten minutes, then I went to my dorm. Yes my friend, I spent my wedding night sleeping on the top of a bunk bed that was about five inches too short for me.
I was stressed out so I decided to seek out the only thing that calmed me down. Yes, I was going to find some good weed right here at this Christian school. One day, I was playing basketball at the small gym when I befriended this young man. He was quite large, about three hundred pounds and six feet three. He had sandy blond hair that hung down just above his eyes; a haircut shaped like someone had put a bowl on his head and cut the edges of his hair. His cheeks were permanently red, and his blue eyes were expressionless, like there was nothing but air and broken dreams behind them. Frankly he looked like an overweight Huckleberry Finn. He told me he knew where to get the good stuff. I almost laughed when he emphasized good stuff, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.
One afternoon, we walked down the street looking for a place to smoke. The little town was quite beautiful. The houses lined the streets, the grass was brown from the winter cold and there
were Christmas decorations on their porches. Their yards were covered with leaves of bright red, orange and brown. Quite frankly it was kind of peaceful.
We arrived at a small bridge where trains went by which was something I had never seen before. We got under the bridge; there were two other young men with us. The fat guy pulled something out of his pocket, and I remember thinking, I had never seen a white tooth pick before. To my dismay he flicked his lighter and lit up the smallest bloody joint I had ever seen. He passed it to me, and before I could take my usual long draw, the other kid had his hand out. When we were done, the big kid stumbled out from under the bridge. He was jumping around like Sugar Ray Leonard shadow boxing. To tell you the truth, he was surprising light on his feet. He was going to tell the world how high he was. I slowed down, letting him go ahead of me. Huck’s antics were going to get us caught. That day I decided to stop smoking. I could tell that this place was going to be a buzz killer.