Building forts out of blankets and books in the living room, and the dazugehoerende Science Fiction Theater, or All Night Movies with Mike. Ah yes, channel 4! Not to forget "climee mountain!"
Sitting outside of Roselyn Bakery eating Doritoes drinking Coke; how funny it was to hear George Carlin on a later album say, "Fuck 'em, they can get their own Doritoes!"
The sound of the loudest snoring known to mankind cutting through 'Discreet Music' when I was trying to sleep; the next morning trying to rush my ride to school along, always to suffer the "boat race" in that damn '69 Falcon, using the edge of the road on Pleasant Run as a passing lane--thinking that we'd be pulling a "Mike Wilson" this time for sure!
Meeting in line at Market Square Arena--his having come from PU--in order to get close enough to scare Geddy Lee had we wanted; in line, having seen a Purdue Jackass T-shirt, he muttered, "Oh, I can't help it," and then screamed (as if it were a gag reflex), "IU sucks!!"
His snatching the Snickers he had brought me out of my bedside drawer at Community Hospital after my having pulled an "exorcist".
Purdue Homecoming: Jimmy Smith ran one back for six! The Stanford "Marching" Band and their spelling out IUD at half-time, and their rendition of 'White Punks on Dope'.
This is only scratching the surface of fond memories, which also include doing a pretty damn good job on covers of Xanadu (not Olivia Newton John), Roxanne, Limelight, Bombs Away...okay, basically Police and Rush songs, without a bass or singer, mind you.
Happy Birthday, Gock and/or Roll. Not a day goes by when I don't think of you.
My bessttestt best wishes to Gock on his Birthday.
I concur with Eva's assesement of June 2, 2003. Lil' Ed tearing the roof off of B.L.U.E.S. on Halsted, me jumping on my chair towards the end of the show and getting pelted in the head with ice from the barmaid, cousin Shelly mooning our clan from her taxi, a case of White Castle sliders at 2AM followed by multiple trips to the bathroom, lots of liquor and laughs.
Good times indeed, all due to our one and only Gock.
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ARe we talking about baby Gock. Yeah. He's the cutest. Happy Birthday Gock.
Building forts out of blankets and books in the living room, and the dazugehoerende Science Fiction Theater, or All Night Movies with Mike. Ah yes, channel 4! Not to forget "climee mountain!"
Sitting outside of Roselyn Bakery eating Doritoes drinking Coke; how funny it was to hear George Carlin on a later album say, "Fuck 'em, they can get their own Doritoes!"
The sound of the loudest snoring known to mankind cutting through 'Discreet Music' when I was trying to sleep; the next morning trying to rush my ride to school along, always to suffer the "boat race" in that damn '69 Falcon, using the edge of the road on Pleasant Run as a passing lane--thinking that we'd be pulling a "Mike Wilson" this time for sure!
Meeting in line at Market Square Arena--his having come from PU--in order to get close enough to scare Geddy Lee had we wanted; in line, having seen a Purdue Jackass T-shirt, he muttered, "Oh, I can't help it," and then screamed (as if it were a gag reflex), "IU sucks!!"
His snatching the Snickers he had brought me out of my bedside drawer at Community Hospital after my having pulled an "exorcist".
Purdue Homecoming: Jimmy Smith ran one back for six! The Stanford "Marching" Band and their spelling out IUD at half-time, and their rendition of 'White Punks on Dope'.
This is only scratching the surface of fond memories, which also include doing a pretty damn good job on covers of Xanadu (not Olivia Newton John), Roxanne, Limelight, Bombs Away...okay, basically Police and Rush songs, without a bass or singer, mind you.
Happy Birthday, Gock and/or Roll. Not a day goes by when I don't think of you.
Have a great one, Gock! Happy 3rd anniversary of one of the funnest nights I've ever had!
My bessttestt best wishes to Gock on his Birthday.
I concur with Eva's assesement of June 2, 2003.
Lil' Ed tearing the roof off of B.L.U.E.S. on Halsted, me jumping on my chair towards the end of the show and getting pelted in the head with ice from the barmaid, cousin Shelly mooning our clan from her taxi, a case of White Castle sliders at 2AM followed by multiple trips to the bathroom, lots of liquor and laughs.
Good times indeed, all due to our one and only Gock.
Damn. You guys rock.
Yeah, I had a really great birthday (this one and that other one).
I don't know what to say beyond that.
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