| I can't really remember the specific moment when Maurico Gomez and I meet, but I do remember it was in or before the 2nd grade at a certain school by the name of Our Mary Help of Christians Elementary School. We were very good friends until he departed in the fourth grade. There was much heartbreak in the fourth grade. Anway those two or so years were great, along with the many adventures and misadventures Mouse and I had. The first must-mention of our career together must be the time we were given magical powers, specifically the power to summon... tornados!! That's right. Mouse, David, and (xxx) would position ourselves in this corner where wind from different directions would meet, and spin together. This made our hair rustle sexily, but had nothing to do with our power to summon tornados. Anyway, after a chant or two (on especially sexy days) a tornado of dead leaves would form, scaring the bejesus out of many a second grader. How can you attain this very power you ask? Well my friend, position yourself in a corner very much like where we positioned ourselves (you see sexiness and confidence in self are what make this power work) and chant: tornado, tornado, TORNADO!! There you have it. There were also other things, such as fights that involved the aid of older brothers, the stomping on of nuts with much powerful crying afterwards, the destruction of hand-made yet function saxophones and other tinfoil instruments, and the four G's. Oh! There was that time he showed those kindergarden kids who was boss and pulled a "rabbit" out of his "hat". That was classy. Anyway, you may ask yourself how Mousey and I still know each other if he left me in our fourth year of institution. Well, that my friend is just the kind of story fairy tales are made of. You see, one sixth grade afternoon I was eating in my kitchen when I heard a rather loud, anxious knocking on the backdoor to my house. As the venetian blinds were drawn, the figure of Mouse was revealed, who from that moment on was my neighbor. Twas pure coincidence that as Mouse talked to his new backyard friends, they told him tell of a relatively tall, wierd kid by the name of David who lived three doors down and knocked on my door to find an old friend and new bosum buddy. Anyway, the next three years would be fun ones. Around this time Mouse developed an affinity for the extraordinary world of film and graphics. I was often times repulsed by his overflowing collection of vulgar movies, but that soon faded (chh). Mouse the Magician refined his parlor tricks that amazed kids from across the county. We learned that you can jump on some people while they are sleeping without waking them up, and that certain chemicals can burn a wasp's nest and stain windows at the same time! We also learned about the anarchist's cookbook and managed to build several items and had many a sick fantasy before I was severely chastised by my mother. Mouse was always there for me. Like that time this kid bashed in my legs with an alluminum bat. Mouse was right by me... laughing... heartily. Another subject of interest (for me) is the fact that we both had hamsters. Brother hamsters. Mine was the manlier of the two. I mean, there wasn't much competition to begin with. Cuddles the hamster is such a feminine name, so in comparison, my Hammie was the manliest hamster to roam the Webb County area. Despite the fact that our hamsters came from the same litter, Cuddles managed to die out a lot faster due to the experiements performed, the horror, hamster attacks a "small" town, movies, the endless mazes of cassettes, the evil family members that hurdled Cuddles in the air, and clock that didn't function. All these factors led to a six inch hole by a creek that housed the bravest, yet womanly, hamster to live. Hammie had a cool car, and was acrobatic. He did flips in the air as his jaw locked onto my finger. Hammie was cool. Mouse is cool. I realise the thoughts are jumbled and that I've left out so many things about our childhood, but I think that's the point. Mouse and I just did so many things together for so long that its hard to focus on just one without just jumping to another and totally forgetting three things that happened in between that. So with that said, let us move on to Mouse in high school and the current Mouse as we know him. |
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