I've been gaming before most of you was born. I started out with OD&D in 1977 and attended almost every single Gen Con since then. Now the glory days was back in the late 70s and early 80s, I tell you what.  Hell, I remember the excitement of cracking open the good DL modules, and running some of the classic Gygax dungeon crawls.  Ain't no computer that's going to let you get the same feeling of crowding round the game table in the dining room on a quiet, balmy Texas evening, slinging dice, drinking  Four Roses, and shooting the shit with the guys.  These days an old grognard like me needs to go down to the Dallas Eagle or the Ripcord down Dallas way to check up on old friends and talk about the good times. Their numbers are thinning out every year, the grognards I mean, but there's still a good time to be had. Dallas Eagle has some mighty fine American beer and good ribs and onion rings. I recommend it.

Anyway, this brings me to the time I was asked by Dragon Magazine to run an interview with Tracy Hickman. Now before I start my story, folks, I'll fess up that I ain't much of a writer.  I'm a tradesman.  I worked electricity back in Fort Worth, and then got a job running the IT system at a textile mill in Amarillo in 1981, good pay and good hours. So I did some freelance editing work for some wargaming magazines on the side. I knew Anthony Pryor at TSR - we used to hit the steam room at the Ripcord pretty regular - he got me a slot to interview Tracy Hickman.

So I drove up in my Winnebago all the way to Lake Geneva, where Tracy was working at TSR. I still remember I stopped over in Indy and spent the night at a motel 6, watching cable and eating pork and beans.  This was the summer of '86. It was good to see him again. We went down to the local game store and played through most of Ravenloft - the old I6 module.  They were about getting ready for closing up by around seven, and I hadn't even started the interview. So we decided to get us some dinner. We drove to a burger shack out near La Grange.  We had Italian beef and sausage and ribs and we drank a fifth and a half of Wild Turkey I'd brought up from Lone Star.

After we'd done eating, the night was hot and I was sweating in my chaps, cowboy boots, and flannel shirt.  Tracy complained that Laura wasn't giving him any nomore and goddammit a man needs more than missionary sometimes.  Best cooze in the world ain't gonna get you off if you're only hitting it one way.  So we turned the Winnebago back down towards Waukegan, looking for hustlers. I was pretty damned chubbed by then.  Tracy wanted to get done, and I wanted to be up in the saddle, so we couldn't settle on no punks to spend our twenty bucks. I remember there was this Chicano boy who looked like a young Keanu Reeves.  I was full mast by then and Tracy was getting antsy. I drove down to a public park. Parked. Got out, and Tracy was loosening the belt on his jeans. You see, sometimes when dudes get together, stuff happens. It don't make no one queer.  Nobody needs to know how you get done.  You just pump, dump and leave and no one has to know anything about it.  That night we didn't have no Crisco, so it was spit, elbow, grease and patience. That paid off and I got up inside him, put in a few dozen good thrusts, and then my boy went off. I helped Tracy finish off. We drank the rest of the second fifth of Wild Turkey in the car with seats pulled back, before driving back down to Lake Geneva.

Never got that interview, but it was the best damn roadtrip I ever took.

Even Bob Monkhouse changed his routine every now and then.

Just picked up a permaban on awfulpurple looks like, guess we're the 'lucky' site now?

what did i just read

Fuck it, I laughed.

Seriously, just ignore it. There's no comment one can make that doesn't feed it.

Welcome to the RPGSite!

You sound like AnimalBraksy from AnimalBall, you should feel right at home.

Pfft.  Noob.

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Quote from: Gronan of Simmerya;945659Pfft.  Noob.

Yep.

'Scuse me, I'm off to the shop to get my walker looked at; the left caster is sticking. Back later.

I'm not sure why he bothered. This site is basically troll proof - a great advantage of a social contract where no one gives a flying fuck what you say.

Quote from: chirine ba kal;945683Yep.

'Scuse me, I'm off to the shop to get my walker looked at; the left caster is sticking. Back later.

Your starboard photon torpedo launcher is shooting a little to the left, too. Ask the platoon armorer to have a look at it.

Quote from: The Butcher;945614Fuck it, I laughed.

[raises hand]

*Places archers at every exit, sets fire to thread*