The ad
in “The Weekly News” said, “Skydive Miami. $79,” so I called and talked to James. He gave me directions to a dusty private air
field in the middle of deep South Dade.
Cash only, please, and be ready to sign a fat waiver letting us make a
fuck-up or two, but probably not on your jump.
On the way down, Jill told me about the concept of “tailgating” which I’d never heard before, ever.
She said, “For example, if you smash this Gremlin into the back of that tractor in front of us?That’s called tailgating and you get the ticket, not him.”
I said, "How is that fair? He's only going 12 miles an hour! On a tractor!"
Jill said, "You're just gonna have to trust me on this one." So I did.
Then the song "Turning Japanese" came on the radio. She turned it up loud and said, "I heard this song is about jacking off."
I said, "I don't get it."
She squinted her eyes, stuck out her front teeth and made the universal sign for male masturbation.
"Now I get it," I said. Jill was only a year older than me, but she was a regular pinata of interesting information.
She said, “For example, if you smash this Gremlin into the back of that tractor in front of us?That’s called tailgating and you get the ticket, not him.”
I said, "How is that fair? He's only going 12 miles an hour! On a tractor!"
Jill said, "You're just gonna have to trust me on this one." So I did.
Then the song "Turning Japanese" came on the radio. She turned it up loud and said, "I heard this song is about jacking off."
I said, "I don't get it."
She squinted her eyes, stuck out her front teeth and made the universal sign for male masturbation.
"Now I get it," I said. Jill was only a year older than me, but she was a regular pinata of interesting information.