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Tales of Deathlok and Grimjack - A Series
Grimjack and I have been hanging around forever. We grew up together (we are cousins) and after a brief drifting apart around the high school years, we grew close again and have been hanging around together ever since.
Grimjack is my daughter's Godfather and I am his daughters and he was my best man at my wedding. But before all that, there was us and a whole lot of lack of responsibility. Here are some examples (Note: All these stories are true):
1. My favorite because of the absurdness of it (if only there was a video of it) is the time that Grimjack invited me to a party with a group of people. People he worked with? Friends from the halfway house? Whatever! Anyway, it was a costume party. Now, back in the day, I was insane for Halloween and would spend hours on a costume. I had this awesome Jester costume complete with sequins, tassles a jingles. Half blackface/Half white (like those Star Trek guys) with a red heart over the eye., it was nice. Of course, no one else is dress nearly like that. Basic bullshit costumes. . . .and I don't know anyone. So we are partying and drinking. . .. FUN! After a while we get wind that the cops are coming and Grim tells me that we are the only two people at the party who are legal. . .NOT FUN!! So we haul ass out of there. As we are leaving, I grab the cake. In the parking lot we pass the cops. For some reason the cops didn't stop the jester running through the parking lot with a cake. . . .it was hysterical. As we drove home, we imagined how funny it would (in jail) if we hit the cops in the face with the cake and "yuck yuck yuck"ed it to the car. In reality, the last thing we would have heard was "Shoot To Kill!" I'm thinking that a night in jail for Grimjack would have been much better than a thin guy dressed in spandex.
2. Movie Drinks
The movie drinks story is actually two stories.
The first part is on one of our ventures to Penn State. Through time and sobriety, I can't remember if we were visiting my friend Joe or his friend Mary (although I would bet on Mary). Anyway, The Penn Staters decided to go see the Terminator, which was showing at some Penn State theater. But what to bring??? I had (and still have) a long black wool coat that was the pride of 80s fashion. The pockets in this thing are numberous and deep. We decided to bring beer into the theater. In fact, I can't remember who we we visiting with 100% certainty, but I remember a case of Michelob (remember when we drank that stuff). . .go figure. Anyway, we got an entire case of beer in the coat and actually got it into the theater. Once we got settled, I started handing out beers like a vending machine. We decided that it would be smart to just flick the caps onto the carpet in the aisle (instead of placing them on the floor). Problem was that there was no carpet in the aisle. You have no idea how loud a beercap is in a quiet movie theater. Being on campus, no one bothered us and the movie night was a success.
The beer in the movie thing became a ritual for Grimjack and I, until . . . . .
Years later, we were going to the movies at the now defunct GCC Northeast in Philadelphia. Grim says lets bring a six pack in. My Spidersense is telling me that this is a bad idea, but I cave like a "flan in the cupboard" (Eddie Izzard reference). As we enter the theater, the manager stops us and searches us. WHY? Because he watched us load our pockets with beer in the parking lot!! So, as we are being served a large bucket of humiliation, a black cloud of gloom comes over me. "I knew this was a bad idea."
We get in and sit down. As the lights go down, Grimjack leans over and says "Do you want some of this?" apparently, they missed one. "NO! I don't want any!" As we left the theater, we continued our disagreement as Grimjack insisted that we go and ask for our beer back. I think I won that argument.
Grimjack?? Would you like to add one?