Theophilus wrote:
What was the prank? Don't leave me hanging.
It starts with me being drafted into my Senior HS play, then graduating an getting my Graduation gift, a round trip airline trip to St Thomas and left on June 30 and got back on Aug. 1, at 7 am when the plane was supposed to have gotten me back at 10 pm 7/31. Then getting sent to get the papers by my Dad after passing out the gifts bought in St Thomas , stopping by the local beach and seeing musician friends there and getting invited to a party at their house, picking up the paper, and getting back home tg back home just in time to answer the phone at about 8 am. The local playhouse wanted me to be in a variety show that was due to show 8/30 and they knew I'd be great as they's sen the play and knew I was just back from St. Thomas and had no summer job because of that, so why not? OK I said , and was told that practice stared at 3;30 pm Monday.... At about 5 pm I got another all to see a well known NYC fabric designer who was building a new home modeled after an African , and he needed a helper. I was told that he was gay, and if that bothered me say s' It did not, so I was there at 7:30 am Monday, explained about the play a And he said that was OK as he was not going to be there after 3 pm any way. So my time was used up, and pay practice ended about 9 pm.... At play practice I met Patricia Holt, an exceptionally well built older woman, I was 18, she 21!!!! We hit it off well, and got into the habit of going to Jack of Eagles after play practice for a beer and a burger, that's all he sold and the place was tiny, about 600 sq ft.. One evening when we got there rather than 6 or 7 people there the place was packed to the gills. Every seat was taken, people were sitting in the window frames so Pat and I were relegated to sitting very close to a place where a mic. and a small step up platform was placed. We were informed that a talented folk singer had been engaged for that evening.... I noticed that at a table even closed to the mic seated at a table were Frank and Bruce B. cousins, and their girlfriends had gotten there early, has eaten their burgers , had their beers and were calmly awaiting the singer. Odd, I thought as the B family were well known heavy equipment operator/owners who were not known to be folk singer fans....
Then out walked the singer, motorcycle boots, faded genes, denim jacket, goatee, harmonica and a beat up acoustical guitar. Thin and long haired and in his late thirties. We awaited his singing as he spent the better part of ten min. tuning things up, then he burst int song. It was AWFUL, I wanted to leave, but Pat said no, that would be rude, and we agreed to leave after the first set. To keep from screaming STOP I started looking at Barry and Bruce. They were bent over , very intensely talking,,,,,,and after a few min. began shouting and cursing each other. Both jumped to their feet, the girls looked in shock, Bruce picked up his beer bottle, broke it over the table and plunged it into Barry belly, he screamed and fell to the floor clutching his bell, red seeping from in between his fingers. The people started bailing out of the place. Exiting by windows and the two doors, I told Pat we should see what happened. . Car doors slammed, tires howled under acceleration and in less than thirty sec. every one but Pat, the Barry and Bruce party, the singer , Jack and I were gone. Jack started to call the police. Bruce leaned over Barry, bottle in hand and said"Barry, he;s called the cops!". Barry jumped up, the red was ketchup, They fled out laughing hysterically, jumped into their car, and still laughing spun their tires and then the place was silent. Jack asked if we knew them and I said that Pat was from DC and did not know then and I could not recall seeing them..... Since the festivities were over, we told Jack we were going home wen to my car and gently drew away, waiting until we were out of earshot before laughing so hard it was hard to drive.... If I'd never been in the school lay I'd never have been there......