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My older brother gives me crap for having a small dog (among other things).
And, I started thinking about it. My two older brothers always liked the things guys are supposed to like. I didn't.
That doesn't mean I was playing with Barbie Dolls or anything like that. I loved basketball more than life itself.
But, they joined Cub Scouts. I couldn't care less about that. Who wants to sleep outside in a tent, and learn to tie certain kinds of knots with string? Okay, I thought designing those cars was kind of cool...
Both my brothers got BB guns. I never wanted one.
They got pocket knives. Although, for some reason, I wanted one of those. I thought I'd be able to carve and widdle cool things from wood. That lasted about one week, and one finger that was almost cut off.
I gravitated more towards collecting albums.
I remember listening to Van Morrison's "Astral Weeks" trying to figure out why critics loved that so much more than the far superior "Moondance" LP (this, while that weird "breathe in/breathe out" song was blasting in the background)
I remember reading the liner notes on BB King, as "The Thrill is Gone" was playing on my Lloyd record player.
I remember my brother getting a BB gun and my mom, sounding like something from A Christmas Story, telling him to be careful and not shoot at anyone and always point the gun down when walking around.
One time we were out in the canyons of Mira Mesa (which have now become the section where Mira Mesa Blvd. connects to Sorrento Valley). We were shooting at some aluminum cans and this kid named David, who looked like a crazier Jimi Hendrix, was smoking a joint with his friend and two girls.
David was the crazy guy in town. My stepdad caught him breaking into a neighbors garage, stealing beer...among other things.
He came over and said that his girlfriend told him we were shooting at her. It was a complete lie. He then took the gun from us, and started shooting at my friend, telling him to "dance".
When we rode our bikes home crying, my stepdad was waxing his orange Pinto station wagon. We told him what happened.
He grabbed a plunger from the garage, took the rubber end off, hopped into the car, and we drove out looking for him. The car was bumpy and it was most insane off-roading ride ever.
He pinned David down, standing over him with the plunger above his head. He told him if he ever pointed a gun at his kids or anyone again, he'd kill him.
It wasn't a gun that got David jailed. He stabbed his mom with a fork.
The reason I thought about all that, was because of a story in the news a few weeks ago about a father that shot his son with a BB gun. The best part is how the authorities found out about it.
The kid had to write a paper in one of his classes and wrote about this. The father said he only shot his son because he wouldn't move out of the way of the TV. Nice. So very Presleyesque.
And ya know what? It's not even the only BB gun story in the news.
I heard another story about a kid dying after being shot by a BB gun. They didn't know who shot him. And, it was on a local AM station, so I assume it was somewhere here in town.
Maybe antigeek will find the link and post it for us (hint hint)
My older brother gives me crap for having a small dog (among other things).
And, I started thinking about it. My two older brothers always liked the things guys are supposed to like. I didn't.
That doesn't mean I was playing with Barbie Dolls or anything like that. I loved basketball more than life itself.
But, they joined Cub Scouts. I couldn't care less about that. Who wants to sleep outside in a tent, and learn to tie certain kinds of knots with string? Okay, I thought designing those cars was kind of cool...
Both my brothers got BB guns. I never wanted one.
They got pocket knives. Although, for some reason, I wanted one of those. I thought I'd be able to carve and widdle cool things from wood. That lasted about one week, and one finger that was almost cut off.
I gravitated more towards collecting albums.
I remember listening to Van Morrison's "Astral Weeks" trying to figure out why critics loved that so much more than the far superior "Moondance" LP (this, while that weird "breathe in/breathe out" song was blasting in the background)
I remember reading the liner notes on BB King, as "The Thrill is Gone" was playing on my Lloyd record player.
I remember my brother getting a BB gun and my mom, sounding like something from A Christmas Story, telling him to be careful and not shoot at anyone and always point the gun down when walking around.
One time we were out in the canyons of Mira Mesa (which have now become the section where Mira Mesa Blvd. connects to Sorrento Valley). We were shooting at some aluminum cans and this kid named David, who looked like a crazier Jimi Hendrix, was smoking a joint with his friend and two girls.
David was the crazy guy in town. My stepdad caught him breaking into a neighbors garage, stealing beer...among other things.
He came over and said that his girlfriend told him we were shooting at her. It was a complete lie. He then took the gun from us, and started shooting at my friend, telling him to "dance".
When we rode our bikes home crying, my stepdad was waxing his orange Pinto station wagon. We told him what happened.
He grabbed a plunger from the garage, took the rubber end off, hopped into the car, and we drove out looking for him. The car was bumpy and it was most insane off-roading ride ever.
He pinned David down, standing over him with the plunger above his head. He told him if he ever pointed a gun at his kids or anyone again, he'd kill him.
It wasn't a gun that got David jailed. He stabbed his mom with a fork.
The reason I thought about all that, was because of a story in the news a few weeks ago about a father that shot his son with a BB gun. The best part is how the authorities found out about it.
The kid had to write a paper in one of his classes and wrote about this. The father said he only shot his son because he wouldn't move out of the way of the TV. Nice. So very Presleyesque.
And ya know what? It's not even the only BB gun story in the news.
I heard another story about a kid dying after being shot by a BB gun. They didn't know who shot him. And, it was on a local AM station, so I assume it was somewhere here in town.
Maybe antigeek will find the link and post it for us (hint hint)