Phishr Chronicles

I have decided to write about my favorite moments of my buddies in a new segment entitled “Crew”. We will add to this as time goes.  I think Stink will enjoy this one as well.

Treez Nudz-

Treez is quite the guy. Someone that would be there in a phone call IF he would pay his phone bill. The only way to get ahold of the guy is to find him in public. Treez is always in one of two places, bed or bar. Treez does not know nor does he care where you are. Treez negotiates with no one. 

Some interesting things about Treez:

-He has had the same truck (White Rebel) since he learned to drive.

-Treez has looked like he was 42 since he was 15.

-Treez does indeed have a “winter coat”. His hide is often sheared and sold to sherpas in Nepal.

-I’m pretty confident that for a span of 2 years, Treez used to drive around with a warm case of beer, snuff, a shitty fishing pole, and jigs. he would “stumble upon” random fishing holes, back his pickup to the bank of these fishing holes, and fish ALL DAY.

- Copy the above story and replace fishing equipment with beer bongs and packs of buy 2 get 1 free cigarettes.

-Now take that story and replace beer bongs and buy 2 get 1 free packs of cigarettes with cards and poker gear, and that’s what he did for the next 2 years.

-Now fast forward another 2 years and replace cards and poker gear with pool cue and rolls of quarters and that’s what he’s been up to recently..

Treez is not at all difficult to understand. He lives probably the most nonchalant carefree lifestyle. When I retire, I wanna be just like him.  You can spot him with his fishok.com/Green Bay/fraternity/poker.com shirts anywhere. He likes his women like he likes his truck; white, dirty, beat the hell up, and missing shit… But dependable.
My fondest memory of Treez was a Monday night after our fraternity meeting. Coming from a nice, clean, rich town; Tahlequah was basically our first experience of “back-asswards” life.  I never met a panhandler until I moved there. We would go to this old bar called “The Cubby Hole” shoot pool and drink at this place because at the time, we weren’t of “legal age” however that town is still in the 1800’s so it didn’t matter. “Chicken-heads” frequented this establishment in record numbers. But this one that approached us that night stood out. She wasn’t ugly by any standards, as a matter of fact, she would have made for quite the fixer-upper. However, years of prescription drug abuse, bars, and drunken husbands had taken their toll on her. She was middle-aged, friendly, and “out-there”.

I dare Treez to take her home and give her a run through towards the end of the night.  Because Treez fears no dare, he eagerly accepts. The events that transpired that night will go down as single-handedly the coldest thing a guy could do to someone of her kind.  After Treez “finishes his dare” with her. He gets up and goes into the kitchen to play cards with his roommate. This “chicken-head” walked out and asked Treez if he would take her home.

 ”You have to legs don’t ya?”

Treez made this lady walk home in Tahlequah after midnight.