Livestock storys, take 2.
I was on a large (white needle of death) ship in the late 70’s when we pulled into Kingston Jamaica, and a couple of buddies and I acquired the services of a young tour guide and cab for our adventures.
After numerous bars, gallons of Red Stripe Beer, a dozen spliff's and wayyy more 5 Star Rum that one should see in an evening we discover that though we can see the ship down in the harbor our cab & driver had disappeared so we start weaving in that direction.
After what seems like miles of stumbling around in the dark I spot a broken down horse standing by the side of the road & after a quick “corner & grab” now have an alternate means of transportation.
I think this nag was part mule too, as it didn’t want to go anywhere, but a little ear gnawing convinced him to listen to me & we got to the head of the pier where I released him.
The next morning at “quarters” one of our buddies had 2 black eyes & blood still coming out of his nose. When asked what happened his response was classic !
“Dude, I was coming back to the ship when a horse came up the road so I grabbed it & tried to ride it back – I don’t know what it was mad about, but it handed me my own ASS”
Damn, I think I pissed a bit just thinking of this story again.