12 More Memories
I had meant to do more of my facebook memories the other night but I truly did have a splitting headache. Tonight I’m going to attempt to bang out a bit more.
ERIC “EROCK” LAMBERT: You came running up to me at the bar, excited to tell me about the new drink you invented. You pulled out a double shot glass filled with vodka, reached into your pocket, pulled out a percocet pill, dropped it into the glass and chugged it. You dubbed it: The Perc-Bomb!
MICHAEL LAMERE: Myself, Ads and Tai stumbled into an old barn in Bantam where you Clem and Reben had set up makeshift indoor basketball court. The best kept secret in Bantam for a short while.
DONALD LANTHIER: I believe it was six three pointers in a row during a bball game at home your senior year. A few days later in Statistics class I asked you how you did on your test. You turned the paper over, face down and said, “Put it this way, my score is lower than my point total in last weeks game.”
KAREN LEIGH: I met you at the Red Door along with your sister. You told me you were a fan of my Web site. I apologized for it being so vulgar sometimes and you said, “Are you kidding, that’s my favorite part.”
JOSH LIPTON: Driving through Torrington with Waters and others, screaming at T-town’s most prestigious citizens.
RICO LONGORIA: I met you at a picnic at Erin/Aaron’s. You were wearing a Detroit Tigers hat. Me, being the cocky Yankee fan said, “You know by the end of the season you’re going to have to burn that hat.” You kind of just laughed it off. Four months later in the playoffs, Those same Detroit Tigers eliminated the Yankees in four games.
STACY PECK LONGORIA: Listing to you hum the guitar and piano parts during CLOCKS while performing Karaoke at Senor Panchos.
KASEY GILL LUCE: It was a Friday night. The gang was bouncing around from place to place. We ended up at Ads house and I got my hands on the video camera. I zoomed in and asked you, “Who is your favorite stooge? Larry, Curly, (pause) or Moe.” You turned red, everyone laughed and 14 years later I still remember it.
KATE MANCUSO: You, Jay Maroon and I sat next to each other at a Firework show in Burlington. After a short conversation you said you were surprised that I was a nice guy because you’d always assumed I was a jerk.
JASON “Stahj” MAROON: Senior Year. You had just shaved your head the night before. You sat a few rows in front of me in Psychology class. I pulled back on a rubber band, aimed square for the back of your head and fired. Bullseye! You tensed up and howled, “Owww!” Instantly your shiny head turned bright read where I’d hit you. As you turned around, anger in your eyes, I casually turned to Cooter, who was sitting next to me, clueless. “Dude, he just shaved his head, you shouldn’t of done that,” I said, attempting to show genuine concern for your well being. Cooter looked at me, confused as hell. “You’re a real dickhead,” you shouted to Cooter, who sat there silently, wondering what the hell he’d just missed.
TINA CARETTA MAROON: Watching you score 35 points in a high school basketball game….wait…I think that was your brother Gabe.
JENNA MARZULLO: We were at a party in Woodbury, talking on the porch. There was strobe light going. “I really shouldn’t be out here,” I said. “I’m an epileptic and these lights could give me a seizure.” Your face was instantly filled with compassion as you volunteered to go inside with me, away from the flashing white lights. I started laughing. “Gotchya!” I said. You smiled but had that, ‘how could someone joke about that’ look on your face. Yes, I’m going to hell.
