Reading through another blog here in the FreakinUniverse (check it out!), I was taken back to being 15…I had to be 15 because I didn’t have my driver’s license.
Sharon and I had met some guys at the movies. James and Bruce. James and Bruce were causing drama in the lobby of the movies with their yo-yos, doing silly tricks. James was older than us, and if I remember right, Bruce was a few months younger than me. MAN, was I into Bruce immediately. It was a defining pheromone moment in my memory, just being near him made me crazy. Sharon was digging James, and that was good, because I was oblivious to anything but Bruce and his…yoyo.
So somehow a week later, we all ended up in James’ car going to someone’s birthday party. There was going to be a band, I’m sure there was going to be booze in the punch. I was in the backseat with Bruce and T.S.O.L. was blaring out of the tape player (no CD players in cars just yet) and I remember wearing black, all black, and Bruce and I had on the same black Chucks. There was a whole lotta kissin’ going on in the backseat, innocent, no wild raunchy behavior, just that I’m so into you feeling that washes over your brain and makes you feel drugged. Sharon and James, I think, were annoyed by our happiness.
At the party, I never saw the band. Bruce and I ran away, hid in a storage building and talked and kissed and made goofy plans. Sharon was furious, because she’d found out James had a girlfriend and she’d apparently been looking for me for hours. Ooops.
I don’t think I ever saw Bruce again. Neither one of us could drive, and with the whole James/Sharon thing not panning out, we had no way to hang out. But every time I hear T.S.O.L. or “Pat Brown” by the Vandals, I think of Bruce for just a second. And yoyo-ing at Beaucatcher Cinemas.
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