Oh, I had so much fun at this place. I think I was 11 at the time, my brother was 10, my sister was 8, and the three of us were in the back of the ole' Caprice Classic estate station wagon, wood paneling and all.
Here I was watching this fucking camel walking towards mom's passenger side door, and all of sudden, my bag of popcorn was gone right out of my hand. I whipped my head around at looked at my brother, and there he is laughing at me and I thought he stole my popcorn so I kicked him in the face. Now my sister starts laughing and of course, my brother hits her. Dad's fucking screaming at us, but can't climb through from the front seat to get us.
My sister said it was the monkey, it came in the back of the wagon, stole the popcorn and got out on the roof. Sure enough, I pop my head out of the window, there's the monkey eating my fucking popcorn, and that camel's still coming. I duck back into the car just in time to watch the camel stick his head in the window and lick my mother's entire face.
Oh, that scream.
I almost pissed myself laughing. No cell phones back in those days damnit.
Oh, you're from Manitoba? I'm sorry.
Well, someone in Albuquerque really hates Ross Pearson.
