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destruction!
Mar. 14th, 2023 02:05 pmTW blood
I just heard the greatest high school destruction story!
Was in the kitchenette making coffee while [REDACTED] was heating up her lunch, and we were talking about school stuff. I told her about the time I broke all the windows with paint. She said:
"Oh, I have one like that! I was friends with one of the [VERY VERY FAMOUS WEALTHY LOCAL FAMILY] kids, and had to meet him at his house so somebody else could pick us up to go do something. It was the middle of winter, and they had a glass front door.* Well it was the 70s, so I was wearing the cowboy boots like we did."**
I nodded. I'd been there.
"Anyway, my hands were full and I couldn't ring the bell, so I knocked on the door with one of my boots. The glass was so cold that it completely shattered. So my friend comes to answer and sees this and his folks are out of town. This was before cell phones so there was no way to call them.*** So he says Well...come on in I guess. I say I'm really, really sorry, and put my stuff down. The whole front level of the house is done in thick white shag carpeting. I ask if I can use the bathroom. I do. I come back and there's a massive trail of blood because I was cut by the glass and didn't notice. The house looks like a murder scene. The poor kid has no idea what to do and his folks won't be back for days."
"I am so proud of you," I told her.
*This would have been the outer door. Most suburban houses had an outer door that was glass or a screen to let the light and air in the two days every year it was below 80F and above -20F.
**A pair of Fry cowboy boots was a suburban white high school kid wardrobe requirement in our town for about three years. I didn't care, I was sneakers or die, but my sister wanted a pair and Mom wanted to give us shoes because my sister was going through some shit, and I think also was hoping to get me out of sneakers. That was when I learned I can't walk in fucking cowboy boots but Mom, God love her, made me take them anyway. I still got sneakers and I gave the boots an honest try.
***Our parents didn't know where we were every minute of the day, and
I just heard the greatest high school destruction story!
Was in the kitchenette making coffee while [REDACTED] was heating up her lunch, and we were talking about school stuff. I told her about the time I broke all the windows with paint. She said:
"Oh, I have one like that! I was friends with one of the [VERY VERY FAMOUS WEALTHY LOCAL FAMILY] kids, and had to meet him at his house so somebody else could pick us up to go do something. It was the middle of winter, and they had a glass front door.* Well it was the 70s, so I was wearing the cowboy boots like we did."**
I nodded. I'd been there.
"Anyway, my hands were full and I couldn't ring the bell, so I knocked on the door with one of my boots. The glass was so cold that it completely shattered. So my friend comes to answer and sees this and his folks are out of town. This was before cell phones so there was no way to call them.*** So he says Well...come on in I guess. I say I'm really, really sorry, and put my stuff down. The whole front level of the house is done in thick white shag carpeting. I ask if I can use the bathroom. I do. I come back and there's a massive trail of blood because I was cut by the glass and didn't notice. The house looks like a murder scene. The poor kid has no idea what to do and his folks won't be back for days."
"I am so proud of you," I told her.
*This would have been the outer door. Most suburban houses had an outer door that was glass or a screen to let the light and air in the two days every year it was below 80F and above -20F.
**A pair of Fry cowboy boots was a suburban white high school kid wardrobe requirement in our town for about three years. I didn't care, I was sneakers or die, but my sister wanted a pair and Mom wanted to give us shoes because my sister was going through some shit, and I think also was hoping to get me out of sneakers. That was when I learned I can't walk in fucking cowboy boots but Mom, God love her, made me take them anyway. I still got sneakers and I gave the boots an honest try.
***Our parents didn't know where we were every minute of the day, and
