Tony was the first person I met in high school where I went for the admissions physical!
We got up out of the seating area line, to go for a smoke in the boys room!
Damn cigarette tobacco tasted sweet then!
Tony told me Rooster, you're reputation precedes you!
There's a lot of bad asses here and you think you fought in grade school?
Welcome to the big leagues.
I asked him what grade he was in and he told me. He had flunked a few times for various reasons.
While we put a burner on our smokes, he looked up and said, I got your back!
I said I know! I read your pure brother spirit!
He told me the reason he was in line was because the teacher found he reeked of tobacco and sent him to the principle's orifice, who wasn't in so he hung out at the Nurses office.
He told me he got some of that!
Later on through the years his word was carved in stone.
Though he was a natural Elvis look alike, he personified charisma.
Pointed shoes, black pants, shirt and slick widows peak hair.
One day while on the tracks, he and my still alive best friend Desert were hoisting a few Mickey's.
They saw a UFO doin it's fancy shit across the sky.
The craft had left the field in my back yard.
Des and Tony were sitting down the tracks about 2 miles away on the trestle.
We all brought it up at the same time.
That's how you know a friend.
You don't have to say shit, they know too!
Love you bro, and Des, please get a Mac. Even though op's mental fucked your ass into a deep depression when you were down. You still have your arms working, drop me a line soon!
I remember that principle, he had a rep and perversion to paddle asses for any demeanor with that holed drill wood shop made paddle!
I paddled his ass, with it!
Got kicked out then too, for the umpteenth time!
Friday, October 21, 2011
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