Ok, so Whitesnake Here I Go Again is playing full blast in me head!
Church was boring. I confess I snuck out 95% of the time to the corner store 200 feet away and played Frogger and Donkey Kong back then. (no pins there to play).
I got away with it, because it was a very big church, and I could sit way away with some friends, and go to the rest room, a very long rest room trip.
I never missed any time in Sunday School though, I liked everyone there and it was not boring.
But, as we got older we were supposed to move up, and none of us wanted to.
Then one time our Sunday School grown up person (teacher) was out sick, and we had to move to another class that none of us wanted to be in.
In that class that day me and the oldest ones were 16, and the youngest ones were 10?
Anyway, this grown up person (teacher) was a ass, and we all knew it, and why we never moved up after turning 16.
Anyway, that day a 10 year old just whispered something to a friend, and that grown up (teacher) went nuts, I am going to go drag your Moms out of their class and tell them you were talking in my class.
F-that. That was the last time I ever went.
All my years in public school I had never seen a grown up (teacher) act like such a dick.
And back then I did think everything was cool and all these people were there donating their time.
Nope, I seen a bulletin talking about finances, and the lady on the piano, and the lady on the organ were getting paid like 30k a year, and 30k a year was pretty good back then for a part time gig.
I do wish all of those people the best, I have no ill feelings or anything, it was just time for me to move on.
Anyway, behind the church, a short walk for me and other kids around here back then, there was a basketball goal/post, whatever you call it.
We would go there a lot and play HORSE or whatever I can not even remember now.
And we would run water out of the water spicket on the side of the building to drink water when we were thirsty.
One time a old crippled man that seen all that asked if we felt it was ok to drink the water from the church like that.
I said hell yeah, it is holy water.
That old man just laughed like he probably had not in years.
Around that time I was like Opie Taylor and likeable, like 7 years old.
That old crippled man was cool. He was nosy, and would just ask you all kinds of stuff.
He was not a pervert or predator or any of that. He was just crippled (legs in the steel stuff, missing a arm from a car wreck), but he was a awesome dude.
He was born with polio or something and that was why his legs had the steel stuff, and he was missing a arm because once he had been side swiped while driving his car with his arm out on the door.
That dude loved sugar daddies (the candy). Anyone that would talk to him on his front porch he would feed that candy all day long.
Anyway, Mom was friends with him and his wife, and all was cool. (they were just nosy people).
I was into coin collecting at a early age, and it turned out he had worked for a store for a while and he saved all the silver dollars and everything else cool he had saved, and when I was around 12 he sold me all that.
I will never forget that day, and my Mom was visiting also, and this old crippled guy gave me a awesome deal on the stuff he had saved forever.
I guess because he was nosy, he knew I liked coins and I would not just go spend them for face value like his grown up kids would have done had he died and they inherited the collection.
And my Mom told me several times through the years, Mr. Hulsey was always so impressed with me.
He said many times I have never seen a kid work so hard when they did not have to.
He seen me at my house splitting firewood and stacking it, back when we kept a fire going in the winter.
If there was any work to be done, I was always working while the other kids were playing.
And back then my hobby was picking up money back bottles. Back then that paid 5 cents a bottle.
(I picked up enough bottles to get a pretty good rare coin collection going back then).
(I did blow a little of the bottle money also on a few comic books, some RC Cola, and Choc-O-Lunch crackers back then also).
It was cool back in my 20's I ran into a Lance employee, and for a long time I was able to get those awesome crackers for wholesale for a long time.
I confess that yes I can have some Oreos, and they are ok, but those Lance Choc-O-Lunch are the best ever!
And a box of Cracker Jacks is a hell of a lot better than a box of Crunch And Munch, and not only because they have a prize in them.
And yeah, I confess, as a young kid, I did suffer through a few boxes of breakfast cereal that sucked, because whatever bullshit prize was in the box I begged Mom to buy that crap.
And back to the old crippled man. Mr. Hulsey.
30 years ago? His daughter talked them into moving in with her and selling their place on my street.
My Mom still talked to them on the phone, and best I remember that daughter just took every penny out of their house and anything she could get her hands on, and basically had her parents living in a tiny closet in the basement. Her name was Gina.
And names may or may not be real, but as old as I am and them being older, they would never know anyway I posted this.
I never once met Gina, but 30 years ago my Mom talked about how evil she was, and did her parents wrong.
Oh, and with Halloween coming up, no way in hell would anyone trick or treat at that house, that old crippled man would just keep on talking, and waste your whole night.
I miss that old man, I am glad I spent as much time with him as I did when I was a kid.
Shit, I just remembered that his wife worked for Nabisco, and from her work they also gave us lots of good snack foods, but at the moment it slips my mind what they were.
Anyway, thanks LTG for the stories the last few days when I was in bad shape!
And thanks to everyone!
I am 90% great now! I am almost done with this health mess I was dealing with.
It has been over 24 hours without any bs soup that I really did not want to eat but I had to, BUT, I did miss the excuse of taking naps the last 24 hours.
(and next week my main customer that I do work for has a project I do not want to mess with...and I confess...that even though I am better...I am a good man...I never lie...I plan to lie and pretend to still be sick because sometimes life is just too damn short to deal with some things when you really do not want to, and just want to be left alone a tad longer).
And I was just going to tell the dude that I quit, and my girlfriend is pretty wise and said no, just tell him that you are not interested in this project, but do not just quit.
She is pretty good.
She kicks my ass at cornhole sometimes, and Golden Tee sometimes, and on a pin sometimes, but so far I am winning Big Buck Hunter every game.
And I am part blind in my shooting eye.
And that totally sounded like me when I was a kid. Awesome memories!
I wish all of you the BEST!