Part 4 (1/2)
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Nicknaood friends with a skinny redheaded kid named Maurice We were the kind of friends who had their own secret language We wrote notes to each other, full of weird words, and passed them to each other between classes We decided that our parents needed nicknaood friends with a skinny redheaded kid named Maurice We were the kind of friends who had their own secret language We wrote notes to each other, full of weird words, and passed them to each other between classes We decided that our parents needed nicknames
My mom was Fuzz because she had one of those white old lady Afros that became so popular, partly due to the influence of the TV show The Golden Girls The Golden Girls My dad was Pudlow because he was kind of scrawny and weak, even though he had these little humorous outbursts (known as spazzes back then) and tried to act all authoritative Maurice's parents' nicknames were somewhat more random and obscure His mom was Art for the si once Garno was his dad's nickna dorky-looking offensive lineman for the Seattle Seahawks at the tiers would often become curled in cold weather because of so the Garno”
Country Music Me to Hank Willia radio, which sits on the washer I a atop the dryer because it's war with Hank, sort of yodeling-like My brothers are outside playing football with the neighbor kids I can't play because I have the mumps I look just like Robert Blake, atch on the TV show I' to Hank Willia radio, which sits on the washer I a atop the dryer because it's war with Hank, sort of yodeling-like My brothers are outside playing football with the neighbor kids I can't play because I have the mumps I look just like Robert Blake, atch on the TV show Baretta Baretta I like looking at s
2 I a fountain in theout withstore, where we shah JCPenney to get to the fountain In the stereo department I hear the Charlie Daniels Band's ”The Devil Went Down to Georgia” Although I'm already late to meet my folks, I sit on the floor and listen, fascinated by the singer's fast-talking tale of deceit I arounded for a week I a fountain in theout withstore, where we shah JCPenney to get to the fountain In the stereo department I hear the Charlie Daniels Band's ”The Devil Went Down to Georgia” Although I'm already late to meet my folks, I sit on the floor and listen, fascinated by the singer's fast-talking tale of deceit I a after Charlie Daniels becao with the crowd on a certain consensus: country music is bad I kno that much of the country ood, but I was trying to be popular I was into the Clash and Elvis Costello Still, Juice Neas beco a concert at our high school gy Daisy Duke type of lady with long Crystal Gaylelike hair Plus her name was Juice I sat in the upper seats and discreetly tappedafter Charlie Daniels becao with the crowd on a certain consensus: country music is bad I kno that much of the country ood, but I was trying to be popular I was into the Clash and Elvis Costello Still, Juice Neas beco a concert at our high school gy Daisy Duke type of lady with long Crystal Gaylelike hair Plus her name was Juice I sat in the upper seats and discreetly tapped my toes to her hit ”Queen of Hearts”
4 One ofthe weekend evening shows at a Spokane countryOne ofthe weekend evening shows at a Spokane countryHistory of Country Music History of Country Music book that I used for little factoids when I wanted to sound like I knehat the hell I was playing I'd talk about how Freddy Fender was once in prison or that Eddie Rabbitt was froe Jones as if ere ancient friends I learned that I actually liked some of the music, especially the old wild hollerin' stuff like Bob Wills and Earl Scruggs I even took a shi+ne to singers like Tammy Wynette and Dolly Parton, who whenever I played Glen Ca seventh-floorand wondering, ”How is ht?” book that I used for little factoids when I wanted to sound like I knehat the hell I was playing I'd talk about how Freddy Fender was once in prison or that Eddie Rabbitt was froe Jones as if ere ancient friends I learned that I actually liked some of the music, especially the old wild hollerin' stuff like Bob Wills and Earl Scruggs I even took a shi+ne to singers like Tammy Wynette and Dolly Parton, who whenever I played Glen Ca seventh-floorand wondering, ”How is ht?”
Confession
Dad went to confession every Saturday He always asked o too So it off completely confession every Saturday He always asked o too So it off cos in a very general way-I said a bad word, I had dirty thoughts, I took a dollar fro I could haveinfrom the Salvation Army store
The confessionals had two spaces for confessors, one on each side of where the priest sat They were dimly lit on the inside and when the priest was ready to hear your confession he would slide a little door open and n of the cross There was a thin piece of fabric in that s us, but I always feared that he would figure out it wastone, I could see so with his breath Soe my voice a little or pretend that I was fro Mass the next day and think to himself, There's that little masturbator There's that little masturbator
My penance was usually three Hail Marys and a couple of Our Fathers I didn't quite understand why there had to be soover and listening in on all the penances fro sheep to Hiine what Dad had to confess every week, but he was in the confessional for a good fifteen iven for all the terrible things I learned about hiined that he just needed so the priest with stories about his job I was also his victi so me about hoorked on this road and who he worked on it with and howtoin the pews, penance done, I watched the short line of confessors getting smaller The monotonous whispers of the prayers around me turned to sheep and flew to the heavens to be counted and slept on
What I Would Think About During Mass
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