Let the fun begin.
The first thing RD, his friend Won, his friend Antonio, and I did was go down to the school cafeteria and get ice cream sandwiches. We ate ice cream sandwiches until we were sick and then I ate more because I am insane.
Naturally, our next move was out to the playground and straight to the merry-go-round. Mmmm, ice cream sandwiches and dizziness. What could go better.
So, after we all puked up our ice cream sandwiches, we decided to go on the whirley. For anyone who doesn't know what the whirley is, picture this: a heart shaped bar attached to a cylinder placed in the ground that spins around as fast as your friends (enemies) can push it. It's like a mini-merri-go-round, only faster and with more cyntrifical force.
So, after we got done puking. We went into the school's basement, which I found out was haunted. I found this out because there were no lights on and my cousin told me it was haunted. This confirmed my worst fears of everthing I was ever scared of: dying, hell, zombie attack, grandma naked, ect... But I digress...
So, it was about eight o' clock (that is stupid that I have to write o'clock, isn't that antiquated enough that we don't have to write that anymore) and it was time to watch "Big Chuck and Little John". Now for all of you who do not know who "Big Chuck and Little John", is they are a comedy team that are hometown heros to anyone who lives in Cleveland or the surrounding suburbs. They used to show horror movies exclusively but, now they show all kinds of movies. I met them one time, I think it was 1988 in Willoughby at a haunted house. It was a crowning acheivement of my youth and I still brag about it today.
So, anyway, RD, Antonio, Won, and I were all watching "Count Yorga" with Christoper Reever, I think, ( who incendentally is one of my favorite characters for a vampire right behind Nicholas Cage {go ahead and laugh}). RD's mom (my aunt) came out and told us to go to bed because we were all falling asleep on the couch and floor watching television. So reluctantly, we all went to bed. RD's bedroom had two single beds in which we were all to share. RD picked a bed with Won and I got stuck with Antonio. I had hoped that I could share a bed with RD since Antoinio was Black and Puerto Rican and I had never shared a bed with a person of color. Won was black. So we laughed and joked for a little while until, RD mom came in and put a stop to it. Eventually, I started to drift into sleep.
Then next thing I knew, I had something on my back that was trying to push down my "Spiderman" pajamas. It was Antonio. He had his man meat out and he was gunning for the kill. I really didn't know what to do other than to say "I don't like that," and roll off the bed onto the floor. I quickly gathered my wits and went into the living room and laid on the couch. What just happened? I asked myself. Then if on cue, Antonio appeared and said he was sorry. He said he was having a "wet dream". I said, "I hope I wasn't in it." I had a pretty smart mouth, when I was that age. You see, Antonio could kick my ass from here until sundown and yet still I said that. I had no fear of him now because he was gay.
I told Antonio to get out of the room and he did and then went back to his molester bed.
The next day I tolt RD and Won about the "incedent" and they freaked out. They kept asking me if Antonio had "juked me in the booty" (that's their words, not mine). I kept saying "NO".
Antonio had definitely not "juked me in the booty" (whatever the hell that means). I had one more night to spend there. Appearantly, Antoino had left that night he tried to (I am going to abbriviate this JMITB), ok. The next day he showed up and tried to act like nothing had happened. My cousin, RD and his friend Won took Antonio and threw him up on a fence. The fence didn't have any post along the top. It was like BBQ forks sticking straight up in the air. Antonio was wearing jogging pants, which provided no protection at all. Antonio screamed as the fence wire ripped into his nutsack or something in that region. I just remember RD on one side pulling his leg down and Won on the other side of the fence pulling his leg down. They were calling him a fag and stuff. I sat on on of the springy horses in the playground and laughed.
To this day, I still have major apprehensions about sleeping next to a guy. In fact, I tried to strangle my best friend while in my sleep just because he was next to me. Don' t ever go camping with one tent.