An Ex-Con, A Rope, and A Truck: What Could Go Wrong?

Well, someway, somehow, I ended up with a nine ball. One day, I finally figured out something to do with it. I had an '86 Ford 4x4 truck, and I screwed that nine ball right onto my gear shifter.

That morning, I had this ol’ boy with me—we called him Street. I couldn’t even tell you his real name anymore. I’d just picked him up from jail earlier that day.

So I got this idea. I climbed a tree—it was a good 25 or 26 inches wide. I cut all the limbs off, took the top out, and left this long, straight pole—probably around 80 feet tall. I told Street, “Pull this rope. You don’t have to pull hard, just steady. While I’m cutting, I want you to keep tension on it so the tree falls away from the house.”

He looked at me and said, “Boss, I don’t know about this…”

I bit the tree out the way I wanted it to fall, then sunk my saw into it. That thing was chunkin’ out pieces the size of quarters. But then I looked over, and I saw Street crouched under some azalea bushes with his hands over his head—he had let go of my rope.

So now, I had no guide. I buried that saw in deep, hoping the tree would fall away from the house. What I didn’t realize was—I had set it up to fall right into the direct path of my '86 Ford 4x4.

Sure enough, the whole thing came down and absolutely centered my truck longways. And that nine ball I’d been so proud of? It was the highest point left on that truck.

Story Credit: Bro. Robin

See him tell the story here: https://youtu.be/sv88VTCEiYI