Aug 18, 2009
Long Ago In A Galaxzy Far Away
I recently met up with a childhood friend. We found each other on Facebook. My family moved after I was in high school so I lost track of all my old childhood mates. Doug works in the music industry so he took me to a show at the Mercury Lounge in Manhattan. First we ate at the famous Katz deli and had a lot of laughs. He filled me in on all that happened since I left the hood. He told me who got in trouble with the cops or went to jail, who married big fat slobs, who turned out to be tramps and who croaked. I love that kind of stuff. He knew everything. There was a kid who lived by us who apparently was claustrophobic. Dougie said one time we were playing nerf basketball in his backyard. His garage door was half open and the ball rolled into the garage. The claustrophobic kid went in to get it. Dougie said I closed the door and locked him in. I of course, don't remember any of this. He said the kid went crazy. He took a snow shovel from inside the garage and smashed one of the tiny windows out. Then he jumped through and squeezed himself out of the tiny opening with the broken glass and all. I told Dougie it sounded straight out of the movie, Jackass. We had a laugh about it. At least that was one day as kids we weren't getting our ass kicked by some older douche bags.