My Pathetic Life chapter 2(part2)

*Hi gang, had a few set backs this week, so I am posting part 2 of chapter 2 (yes there will be a small part 3)**
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Being four foot eleven was a pain in the ass but really worked out at school dances because most of the girls were taller than me. It made slow dancing an awesome mammary experience, which still puts a smile on my face today. While in the gym dancing with a girl that I was dating named Jen; she already had a set C’s; I had my face buried in her bosom and I felt a tap on my back. When I turned around it was one of the female teachers, who informed me that school policy dictated no less than six inches apart during a dance function. Imagine that I was cock blocked by the education system, just my luck. So we duck out of the dance to the parking lot, and I remembered that I lived only two blocks from the school. There was still two hours left of the dance before Jen’s parents were going to pick her up, so I convinced her to follow me to the now infamous tree fort and it was there that I lost my virginity. All I remember is that my legs were so shaky that getting down from the tree house was going to be tricky. I damn near fell out of the tree attempting it, but made it to the ground safely. We made it to the parking lot just in time for her parents to pick her up and not suspect a thing. I whistled all the way home that night.

In December of that year, I was staying over at my friend Dave’s house and the neighbor’s across the street from his house had just got a projection TV and were showing the movie ‘Halloween’; by John Carpenter. That movie scared the hell out of me, but what was more terrifying was the walk home that night. There was a field I had to cut through to get to my house that ran by the old Midway Dance Hall, that had been abandoned since the early ‘60’s and the wind was blowing hard that night. As I was passing the old dance hall to get to the field, the wind blowing through the old structure was making the creepiest sounds and my imagination took over. I thought for sure that Michael Myers was prowling around the edges of the building, and I took off running as fast as I could through the freshly plowed field. Half way across the field a ring necked pheasant flew up in front of me, its wings slapping me in my face, and I literally pissed myself and screamed like a school girl at the prom. I don’t know who was more frightened, me or the pheasant; all I know is that I was frantically trying to restart my heart and sprint the rest of the way home. Once inside the house, I looked down to see that my pants were definitely wet with piss and my mother was staring at me.

                ‘What the hell happened to you?’ she asked, and after explaining the movie and the walk/run home all she could say was ‘Serves you right for watching those silly movies’. Thanks for the fucking support mom. It took me almost three hours to fall asleep that night, because of the windy shadows dancing from behind my curtains.  Thank you Mr. Carpenter for the first set of chronological nightmares of my life for the next two years, damn that was a great movie.

On February 20, 1980 we heard the news that AC/DC’s lead singer Bon Scott had been found dead, and we were all devastated. I had just started to listen to their music the year before and was planning to see them in concert that summer. I had even got permission from the parental units’ head of time, but now he was gone. I remember all the girls in the school quad crying their eyes out and all the guys staring blankly into space, slowly shaking their heads. It was the first time that I really had to sit down and look at this thing we call death. In my mind it just seemed sad that after all the crap we go through in life the final reward is death. This wasn’t my first run in with death, and hasn’t been my last.

Sunday, May 18, it was 08:39 in the morning. Suddenly and without warning Mount St. Helens, a volcanic peak in the pacific cascade range exploded, and days later we were seeing the ash fall on our town here in northern California. What I remember most about that time of the year was that due to the eruption we had some of the most spectacular sunset’s that I have ever seen.

As the school year ended, I stopped watching the news because it was all too depressing. We all watched the networks’ failed attempts to create new shows while others seemed to be sliding out of sight. Pretty soon the only thing that was repeated was “Who shot J.R. Ewing?”

During that summer we had one of many contests to see how stoned we could get in that infamous tree fort and still be able to climb down. I am pleased to report no casualties, but at least two people fell out of the tree, good times indeed. As the summer drew to a close, we all began to think about the new school year and our roles as ninth graders. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t act like the ninth graders that had terrorized me in my seventh grade year, and I stuck with it.

As the school year began, rumors were flying around about a teachers strike and we were all for it; just seemed like an extension to summer really. So one week after school started the teacher’s went on strike, and what also started was the three months of partying at friends’ houses. Most parents supported the teacher’s strike; my parents’ were no exception. Every day I would leave the house not to go to school but to go to the next teacher’s strike party at whoever’s house that day, for rounds of drinking and getting stoned. My whole first semester of my ninth grade year was spent in a haze and by the time school resumed I had pretty much forgotten what school was actually for.

December 8^th of that year Mark Chapman shot John Lennon right in front of his New York apartment, and all I could think of was how crazy the world had become; little did I know that the craziness would only be the start of this insane cesspool of a world we are in now.