milestones
There are certain things in life you will always remember:
when men landed on the moon in 69: I was four and remember sitting in front of our huge black and white television console. I swear it was as big as a NASA computer. I didn't really understanding what was being said as I was very ESL then.
when the lights went out in 77: I was twelve and in Shea Stadium with my Aunt Ramonita and my cousin Enrique. What will always stay with me was the crowd's roar when it was announced that it was a citywide blackout. It was deafening. I wanted to get to Bronx that night so I could party with my friends all night, but my Aunt kept us safely tucked away in Kew Gardens, not much looting there.
when I smoked my first joint in 78: age thirteen with Susie and Judy at PS 93's school's yard. I also remember the first time I bought a nickel bag by myself. The man (come to think of it he was probably 16 or 17) asked me if I wanted him to roll them for me. I didn't know how and watched in fascination as he rolled ten perfectly shaped joints (ten joints for five dollars ... good times). He'd make an excellent customer service rep.
when a boy touched me in a special place for the first time in 81: an older neighbor (he was probably no older than 25) invited me over to hang in his place and smoke weed. He brought out his "special magazines" which quickly made my pants tight. He asked to see it, so I tugged it out for him and he then reached over and touched it. Touching is not seeing and it scared the crap out of me so I bolted out of my seat and jetted out the front door and didn't even look back.
when a girl touched me in a special place in 84: I know it happened, but I seemed to have blocked this memory.
when a boy touched me in a special place for the second time: My Honey has that honor in the summer of 90. I didn't run this time. We're still on our first date.
when Bush flew around the nation like a little bitch on 9/11: home watching naughty cams when someone in room eight tells us all to "get your hands off your cocks and move your asses in front of a tv." We lived a mile from the Pentagon and I didn't hear the plane crash, but Lola, our Dalmatian, went crazy barking and running around the house. I called my store (located across the street from the FBI building) and told them to shut it down and get home to their families.
first blog I read: Geekslut, glad he's back. I actually met one of his conquests this past Sunday at Lizard (like that rarely happens ... lol).
when men landed on the moon in 69: I was four and remember sitting in front of our huge black and white television console. I swear it was as big as a NASA computer. I didn't really understanding what was being said as I was very ESL then.
when the lights went out in 77: I was twelve and in Shea Stadium with my Aunt Ramonita and my cousin Enrique. What will always stay with me was the crowd's roar when it was announced that it was a citywide blackout. It was deafening. I wanted to get to Bronx that night so I could party with my friends all night, but my Aunt kept us safely tucked away in Kew Gardens, not much looting there.
when I smoked my first joint in 78: age thirteen with Susie and Judy at PS 93's school's yard. I also remember the first time I bought a nickel bag by myself. The man (come to think of it he was probably 16 or 17) asked me if I wanted him to roll them for me. I didn't know how and watched in fascination as he rolled ten perfectly shaped joints (ten joints for five dollars ... good times). He'd make an excellent customer service rep.
when a boy touched me in a special place for the first time in 81: an older neighbor (he was probably no older than 25) invited me over to hang in his place and smoke weed. He brought out his "special magazines" which quickly made my pants tight. He asked to see it, so I tugged it out for him and he then reached over and touched it. Touching is not seeing and it scared the crap out of me so I bolted out of my seat and jetted out the front door and didn't even look back.
when a girl touched me in a special place in 84: I know it happened, but I seemed to have blocked this memory.
when a boy touched me in a special place for the second time: My Honey has that honor in the summer of 90. I didn't run this time. We're still on our first date.
when Bush flew around the nation like a little bitch on 9/11: home watching naughty cams when someone in room eight tells us all to "get your hands off your cocks and move your asses in front of a tv." We lived a mile from the Pentagon and I didn't hear the plane crash, but Lola, our Dalmatian, went crazy barking and running around the house. I called my store (located across the street from the FBI building) and told them to shut it down and get home to their families.
first piece of spam on my blog: today ... no, Kevin (if that's your real name) ... I don't want to play Texas Hold'em
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