Just another day in the life….
Hey how you doin? What are use doin? Hey Vinny, I’m tawkin to you…F……N A,,,,,,,,E. That was how we greeted each other in my little F……..N Italian neighborhood, You know wha I’m tawkin about, You see what I’m sayin! You see what I’m sayin!
Yo, Joey get Vinny and Paulie, I got an idear. You do? What is it moron!! Listen, wear goin for a ride. Vinny and Paulie use guys are ridin on the roof, yeah the F………N roof. What’s a matter you bunch of fags, just hold on, you ain’t gonna die! We get in take off, get to 35-40 MPH and these wimps are screaming like little girls as the wind whips thru their hair. They try to grab onto the sides of the car, but we roll up the windows crushing there fingers and they curse at us and hold on for dear life.
Those are the things we did for fun!! Anyway the tires screech as an unexpected dead end is staring me in the face. Holy F……N S….T, hold the f….k on, Vin, Paulie. The dead end approaches way to fast, I turn with it, with the tires screaming and than I heard it. I heard it a thud so loud, the sound of two bodies crashing to the pavement. We jump out of the car and blood is every where and I’m sure their dead. They lay limp! Were screaming their names. Nothing!!!
We rush them to the hospital and there gonna be OK. Now comes the hard part, go back to the neighborhood having to tell there Sicilian parents what I did, and what happened to their kids. It goes without saying I never spoke to their parents again, they never wanted to see me again and I got off lucky, if you know what I’m tawkin about.
A week later we are hangin on the corner like nothing happened, awaiting the next adventure and it will come sure as that dead end did. That’s my little Italian neighborhood and that was my life, all those years ago!! Oh what a life late September 196X. Foughettaboutit.
Those were the days..