The year was 1990, Summer… I was a dorky looking 10 year old fatboy with a fannypack full of fake plastic frogs and snakes and bugs etc. My friend Andrew called it a “creepypack”. We all had them. It was our “thing”.
Anydangway,
She was this cute little thing, with an awesome haircut. Her big sister did it for her, half went to her sholders the other half was like… almost a buzzcut. She had green and purple streaks in it. And ALWAYS wore mismatching … well… EVERYthing. She was new wave, even though I didn’t know what new wave was then.
We became “good friends” at the barbecue after “tie dye day” at summer camp. She had some ash or smoke in her eye… i had a bottle of water and i was helping her to clean it out. That’s when her boyfriend came over and tried to pound my doughy ass into the ground. Of course she had a boyfriend. There had to be drama.
For, life without drama is CSPAN.
We went rolling down the “Heart Attack Hill” kicking and punching each other. Landed in the lake. The lake isn’t what you think it is. It is where all the latrines empty out into. It’s a septic tank. And we fell in.
She was laughing as the counselors hosed us off, stripped down. Butt-assed-nekkid. Holding our shrinkaged willies. Crying.
I never got a kiss from her. Or felt up her noboobies. Or nuthin.
I did get a black eye. And a tetanus shot. And a wart on my left middle finger.
It was a good summer.
BTW: Sorry for the absence. I’ve been otherwise detained.
