in the summer of 1987 i was about to be a senior in high school and took a bus ride up to nyc to spend a weekend with my brother who was in columbia's masters program for playwriting. while i was here i ran into a friend from high school in central park. what a coinkidink, right? he invited me to a party that some of his sister's friends were having that night. she was an artist and party was down in alphabet city.
i made my way down that night and found myself surrounded by people way hipper, way punker, way cooler than i would ever be. but they were shockingly nice to this kid from the sticks. we were up on the roof smoking things, snorting things and popping anything we could find when there was a whistling and a pop. someone had launched a bottle rocket. then another and another. we were under attack from the building across the street!
fortunately, someone was prepared and we were soon fighting back with bottle rockets, roman candles, launching m-80s anything we could light and fling.
it was hilarious until i turned around and it felt like someone hit me in the face and and explosion...****! i fell to the ground clutching my face. people ran around me and helped me to a safe spot and someone was holding me and stroking my hair and telling me i was going to be fine. it was a soft voice, but somehow familiar.
she eased my hands away and laid a cool cloth over my eyes, ice in a washcloth. she kept telling me i was going to be fine and asked about where i was from and what i was doing. it felt like a long time but was probably two minutes or so. then she asked if i felt ok and i said yeah and she lifted the cloth. i opened my eyes and was staring into these amazing green eyes. her face came into focus and i immediately felt so very much worse. i was lying in debbie harry's lap.
i groaned and sunk back against her and stayed there for a good half an hour.
pat who?
r.i.p. marco, my guardian angel.
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pray to st. jude
i'm a sonic reducer
he was the gimmicky sort
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