Nostalgic Mar. 20th, 2007

Where were you in 1990?
I was a freshman/sophomore at St. Patrick's High School.  I was on the football team, baseball team, bowling team, chess club, etc.  That was the year I decided to open my bookie business.  I have to say that I made a lot of money from that enterprise.  The one thing about an all boys school is that when women are removed from a man's life there is only one thing left; Sports!
That year I didn't smoke, or drink as much.  I played a lot of sports with a lot of heart.  I watched Mike Augustine break his lower leg into three pieces.  One of the pieces popped out of his skin right there in front of me.  I was on the sideline for that play, and it happened right in front of me.  I don't know whatever happened to him.  But he was a great running back.  He probably had a chance to go pro at least college ball.
Nirvana came out with 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' that fall.  I remember taking driver's ed at Roosevelt high school.  I drove my mother's car a lot.  She had the 85 Le Baron then.  I blew a radiator hose in her car late in this year.  I was blasting the song Smells Like Teen Spirit on the radio.  I was hanging out with Dan Kopf, Keith Adamik, and other Catholic kids back then.  I guess it wasn't about religion, but I have to point that out because they all finished St. Pat's; I on the other hand was removed for the bookie business, and my unwillingness to convert to Catholicism.  Of course that happened in 1991 at the end of my Sophomore year.  So I will not go into that since it is not 1990.
I got arrested for Shoplifting that year.  Jason and I were stealing from Emperor's HQ and we got busted.  Jason got the worst of it, he came from an Italian family.  I know his dad kicked his ass good.  I had been beaten by Sam Callender (Jason's dad) a few times myself.  But the shoplifting incident took place in the city which meant my parent's were there to pick me up instead of Jason's parents.  I say that because there were quite a few times that Jason's Dad had to pick us up when we got into trouble in the burbs.  LOL.  Funny stories.
I also learned typing that year.  This was all before computers were part of a home.  My typing teacher was a 'brother' (the religious kind) who liked to use rulers to slap us on the hands whenever we screwed up.  But I learned, which I am glad I did, because writing books by hand is tiresome.  Trust me, I have written two books by hand, and it is no fun.  My last three books I have written, I did on a computer.  It took me about 20 times less time than handwriting them.
Grunge took over my life at this point.  I started hanging out with some street trash/gutter punks.  My hair grew to longest length possible in a Catholic H.S.  I was beginning to rebel heavily by the end of that year.  I quit Football mid-season Sophomore year.  I didn't play Baseball the following spring, instead I just managed the team because I didn't want to practice.  I figured sitting on the bench was a lot easier than running laps.  Hey, I am a thinker...
The beginning of that year was totally different than the end.  It was a huge change from quiet, do good in the eyes of society (but cause chaos behind the curtains) to causing chaos out in the open.  Saying Yes Sir, in January, and then saying FUCK YOU out loud to whoever I didn't like by December.  Having my father knock me out that year with a fist and a window sill.  Telling my Step-Mother  "Go Fuck Yourself; You are a BITCH"  Moving on in my mental state of Teenage Angst.  Anger to the max.  Pantera, Mouth For War blaring in my head.  Bouncing around in my padded cell in my mind.  Trying to defend my life with blatant disregard for others.  Realizing that there is no such thing as family or loyalty.  Hating everyone including myself.  Deciding that the streets were more warm and friendly to me than my own home.  Thinking about Suicide day in and day out.  Trying to get laid every chance I got.  These is how different my mind was from January to December which is why I asked the question...
Where were you in 1990?