December 1986: Hooliganism
January 22, 2008
More stuff from my 1986 journal, broken down into topics. Today’s topic: Hooliganism. Over twenty years have passed. None of these actions is endorsed.
Sunday — Our family went to the Hansens’ tonight for a nice family dinner. Mark and I left after a while and shot the windows of parked cars with his BB gun, a spring-powered Colt .45 look-alike.
Tuesday — Bored, Mark and I drove around throwing basketball-sized boulders from the car. They make the loudest bang you’ve ever heard when they hit a dumpster at over 40 miles per hour.
Wednesday — Mark came over. We went to Burger King. Then we drove around Dublin, shooting gallery-style.
Sunday — I went to church.
Monday — I lost my tear gas canister somewhere at Ted’s house. Later the daycare kids that his mom watches found it and smashed it open by throwing it against the curb, which released the tear-gas, thereby tear-gassing themselves. Ted’s mom is so pissed at me!
And then tonight, Liz copied our “potato in the muffler” gag by stuffing a yam in Jef’s car’s tailpipe. Normally the potato goes flying with a loud bang, like a backfire. But when Jef went out and turned on the ignition the yam was stuck and Jef’s car broke. Too funny.
Tuesday — Went out with Joey tonight. On our way to the “bank” in Dublin to skateboard we saw about fifty Christmas carolers. We hurried to AM/PM and bought a dozen eggs, then took off my license plates to make “the hit.”
We did it but some guy in a red CRX started following us around. I lost him quick but then he was back and followed us until we got on the freeway. When you have a car that gets 40 miles to the gallon like my Civic, you can escape anyone by getting on the freeway and just driving until they get tired of following.
Later we egged a bus. We pulled up alongside of it and Joey egged it. We turned down a side-street quickly before the bus-driver could see us.
Friday — I went by Joey’s. He wasn’t there and his mom said, “He went out with Bob to terrorize Dublin.”
I said, “I’ll go find him and keep him out of trouble.”
She arched her eyebrows and said, “You’ll keep him out of trouble?!”
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thats a great surprise in there….went to church
love it
I love it man, these are great, so perfunctory. I especially like the “listened to The Cure and got so sad” bit. Aren’t journals hilarious? So good you wrote down the name of that dead dog. Who names their dog Carlos? Keep these coming.
That was a killer BB gun. Rusted solid from sitting under my car seat and spilling diet coke too many times.
how about Cherry Sours from the wrist rocket on the trip to Upland…
i am just now getting caught up on being lazy after the birth of my twins. your blog is a fantastic way to waste time.
in 1989 i was on a training ride in martinez when a nissan pulsar with five assholes in it drove alongside and threw all of the garbage from the car on me.
was that you?