As a kid, my neighbor’s teenager threw a football at me. It hit me like a bullet in the chest and knocked the wind out of me. I fell to the ground, not able to catch my breath. I was suffocating.
Only once again. I was asphyxiated by my eyes. By a picture worth a thousand words. My husband Nick was naked! His best friend Eric’s girlfriend, Stormy! Eric’s girlfriend the band groupie, Stormy? With a joint in her mouth, a beer in her hand, standing naked inside OUR tent.
Oh, my God. Eric had told us that Stormy preys on older men. She moves in with them to feed her gambling and booze addicition.
She owes IRS 25K and goes under three different names!
After Eric told us that story, I remember asking “Why did you date her?’
He said, She’s a party girl. You know long legs..some hootchy-kootchy. Hearing that from Eric is like chewing someone’s used gum found on the sidewalk.
I remember thinking what a dumb ass Eric was. I went in one instant from being tolerant of Nick and his old high school friend to wondering what Nick saw in him as a Grown, Educated man.
I had known Eric, as long as I had know Nick.
The two of them were on the westling team together in High School.
On a Saturday, on a date with Nick the summer we met when I was 16, we went to see his best buddy, Eric.
Nick knocked on the door, and when Eric opened, he grabbed Nick and put him into a headlock.
The next thing I knew they knocked over the living room couch while I was still standing in the doorway.
Which I later learned was the Bell Clap, Body Blaster and Tilt A Whirl wrestling Cross-Body moves.
Eric has been in and out of our lives since the beginning.
39 years ago.
I called Eric.