Almost Summer
GLENDALE, CA – One more day until summer starts. Tomorrow being the longest day of the year, be sure and make the most of it. As for me I’ll be spending my entire day either at work or in transit to and from work. What a great way to begin the summer. But money needs to be made and bills need to be paid. Not to mention that the brain needs stimulation. My necessary stimulation is apparently that of administrative duties, which I now find myself engulfed in.
Summers were always the best time of year for me. No school, parents gone to work and me alone adhering to the strict rules of the house. It really didn’t take me long to figure out how to manipulate those rules to my own liking. I distinctly remember living on the house on Main St. (my first in P-ville) and Mike Bulgrin coming over every day and we’d raid my mother’s spice drawer to make “spice sandwiches”. A spice sandwich consists of nothing more that 2 slices of bread, mayo, and a dash from every spice on the shelf. This made for an interesting lunch.
I also remember riding my bike down to Donna’s Variety and picking up some 1990 Donruss and Topps baseball cards. She was nice and all the packs were $0.53 with tax. I also remember when kick-a-poo changed its name to Kwik Trip and when they raised the prices for the Nerds from $0.40 to $0.50. I can also remember the Mello Yello soda machine on the corner of Main and Chestnut would have cans for only $0.25. I’d stop off there almost every day.
Summer. Pardeeville is a great place for grade school summers. Present day Chatsworth, CA, not so much.
Here’s hoping everyone finds their inner bike riding, card collecting, and candy eating self this summer.
25 comments:
summers for me consisted of wiffle ball, 75 degree tilted baseball caps, getting ripped off by j.jerry in the sport of sports card trading (and secretly bending his basketball rim as retribution)...this eventually gave way to fucking my high school sweetheart at the boat landing by the mij's house every single night.
those were the days.
asshole.
that rim was like a brother to me.
you were like a brother to me until the shady deals begun:
1. ryne sandberg 84 donruss for a pair of traction free, worn down reebok pump blacktops (lime green I might add)
2. 6 columbia house introductory rap cds for 45 mj jersey (cd's of groups you had no interest in anymore)
3. onyx madface black light felt poster for my entire collection of "star" baseball cards, which in essense was my childhood. Basically you stole my rosebud...and created the monster that you see today.
I got my ass kicked by Steve Grip on that rim. I watched my Grandfather explain his hook shot. I watched my dad make 19 free throws in a row to beat me at 21, countless times. I first heard Rocket From the Crypt while shooting at that rim. I had the only religious conversation with beatbox while using that rim. That rim was the result of countless years of begging my father to set up the old hoop and backboard he had in our old garage.
Thank you for compromising my channel of such astounding memories.
no problem buddy!
I'd say in the stolen innocence department, we're pretty even.
And I didn't STEAL anything from you. You WILLINGLY suggested all 3 of those deals I might add.
Yes I was an asshole.
Yes I wish I still had that Onyx poster. I'd trade back today if you didn't cut it along the Madface then get rid of it after Asshole told you to.
I can't find that poster anywhere.
Those deals may have been rigged (riggins?), but it takes 2 people to make a deal. 1 idiot to suggest the trade and another even bigger idiot to go through with the trade.
That MJ jersey was a big hit for me if you know what I mean.
And I know you do.
Boat landing huh?!?
i docked my vessel nightly...if you know what i mean...and i know you do.
btw, thanks asshole for acknowledging my humility sunday night. that's the last apology you'll get from me.
ps - do you want the sean na na cd?
Honestly I was searching my conscious for a proper reply.
I'd decided to abandon that book mid chapter.
I already have the CD. You should keep it.
It's the first release from anything Sean in like 3 years.
Here's the proper response:
Think before you shit next time.
Fans of the GW chronicles are constantly left with a feeling of deja vu:
"Haven't I read this already?"
Jeez - I just spent 12.5 hrs in front of a computer screen. It took me about that long to read y'alls comments today. Chatty Kathy's on the last day of Spring!
Riding my bike everywhere. Getting Snapple of all things at the Kwik Trip. Bulls championships and victory celebrations on the tv. The ubiqutous mix tape. Skidz shorts. Street hockey. Definitely whiffle ball. Sleeping in way too late.
Gangsta, new phone rule: If you're pissed don't pick up the phone.
I trust we'll never talk again.
Oh, and get this (as if I could ever escape the enormous persona of G. Wagner).
My new boss' last name is Clark and my new coworker's last name is Charles.
I'm doomed!!!
Whiffle ball?
Who'd the hell you guys play whiffle ball with?
"Get the mail bitch."
"Hey bitch. Where's that mail?"
"Don't ask."
I wasn't pissed until 20 minutes into our conversation.
Great. So it's my fault I felt like shit for 2 hours after our conversation?
What did I say 20 mins. in to piss you off?
Or maybe what DIDN'T I say?
It's always you're fault when you feel like shit...i only contribute to your misery...I'm not the root cause.
what does your inner man say?
my inner man's an idiot.
My inner man says YOUR inner man's an idiot.
No yours is.
Well?!
Listen...you're right, i'm wrong. Let this comment be the final say. No need to reply.
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25 bitches for Big Mac!
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