This was 1968 recall, the car was considered loaded.This was 1968 recall, the car was considered loaded. It was cherry, man, I had a older brother really into cars woulda cum in his shorts riding in that thing. That was before Caddy's became pimp-mobiles and no self- respecting white person would be caught dead in one, anyway. This kid's mother drove me across town one Sunday to hang with the little geek for the afternoon, help the moron with his math homework, do "guy stuff" as she called it. She fed us pretzels and soda. I remember being impressed, they seemed to have that kind of food around all the time, it wasn't just left over from a party. They had a really nice house, his parents were divorced, his old man was an orthodontist. His mother worked, even though she wallowed in the ex's money. They lived in this fucking nice development; big yard, three bedrooms, a FINISHED basement, TWO goddamn COLOR TVs, one for each of them. The school had told me he was always getting beat up by the other kids in his class, and his grades were really suffering even though he wasn't stupid, and I was supposed to hang out with him a couple days a week, help him with his homework but mostly act like a big brother, be a good role model since I was such an upstanding citizen. The kid, he was acting squirrelly, they weren't kidding when they said he had "problems". He swung his foot and chewed a fingernail while I chatted with his mom, I smiled at him, tried to talk to him, he was really very... well, "pretty". He had fine straight blond hair, long for those days, it covered his ears, touched his collar; being a jock and all I was scandalized at the time. He had pale blue eyes, pale skin, he was thin, delicate bones, and I swear to you it's true, he had a pronounced lisp and he whined like a freaking girl. |