Lj Idol Week 3- It's a trap
I guess the reason I am here is that my parents think I need to talk to someone about last summer. I don’t know, I just think it’s kind of boring. It really was mostly just a bunch of guys hanging out and playing games.
It never would have happened if dad had let me stay home and play Atari, I guess. Dad thinks that boys should play sports though. Be vigorous he says, don’t sit around the house playing games like a fat lump. But I kind of suck at sports and they would always pick me last, even after the kid with the webbed hand who doesn’t speak too well.
My friend Brian, who sucks at sports too, told me about a place where you could just hang out and play video games for free.
There was one really nice house in the neighborhood and the dude that lived there was super cool. He must have been like 40, he was really old, but he was really friendly, not show-off friendly like dad is when I bring friends over. His name was Jimbo and he seemed really awesome.
He had a Colecovision, with a Donkey Kong just like the arcades, not lame like the Atari one. Man, I didn’t know anyone who actually had a Colecovision. He had two VCR’s with all the best action movies, martial arts stuff, cop movies and war movies. Jimbo said he used to be a soldier in some of the same places where they made chop socky movies.
He had other movies too. He knew we didn’t like movies with kissing and stuff, but he had some of naked women doing more than kissing. It was kind of embarrassing when he would ask us if we liked what we saw and stuff.
He drank this stuff called Tank Jin, and it smelled bad and tasted worse. But it was a little o.k. when you mixed it with pineapple juice. He knew I liked pineapple juice and he always kept some in the refrigerator for me.
There was always candy and cookies and stuff, and you could eat it before supper if you wanted. Sometimes he would give one of the kids a whole 10 dollars.
He was a little weird I guess, I know they say bad things happened. He never did any bad things with me though. One time we were drinking the Tank Jin and got a little silly and he tried to kiss me to show me how in case I ever wanted to kiss a girl someday. But the smell of the tank on his breath made me a little sick, so I left. For a couple days after that he was kind of sore at me
I know Brian let him watch him take a bath one day, and he gave Brian enough money to buy a Moon Patrol Atari Cartridge. He used to hint that we could earn more money, but the things he talked about sounded icky and when I told him so, he said he was just kidding.
Some of the kids he gave special pills to that made them feel kind of floaty.
One day he wasn’t there anymore. His mom was there and said he was in some kind of trouble and it was all our fault.
My mom found out that I hung out there sometimes, and my dad got that look on his face he gets when he is mad at me, but doesn’t think he is supposed to be mad at me so he pretends he isn’t. He was talking to me real quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you wish he would start yelling.
My dad told me the cops had taken him to jail with the other bad men. He said the other bad men would do bad things to him and that it serves him right for being so bad.
Only I hope they didn’t hurt him. I never believed he was a soldier like in the movies. He pretended to be rough and tough but he was always scared and sad inside.
I sometimes see some of the guys that used to hang out there, but we never talk about it. It’s a sure way to get adults all on your back to talk about it anyway. I feel bad for his mom, I see her at the store sometimes and her face gets all tight and she acts like she wants to cry. I want to tell her Jimbo never hurt me, but I sorta think talking to her about it would just make her feel worse.
It never would have happened if dad had let me stay home and play Atari, I guess. Dad thinks that boys should play sports though. Be vigorous he says, don’t sit around the house playing games like a fat lump. But I kind of suck at sports and they would always pick me last, even after the kid with the webbed hand who doesn’t speak too well.
My friend Brian, who sucks at sports too, told me about a place where you could just hang out and play video games for free.
There was one really nice house in the neighborhood and the dude that lived there was super cool. He must have been like 40, he was really old, but he was really friendly, not show-off friendly like dad is when I bring friends over. His name was Jimbo and he seemed really awesome.
He had a Colecovision, with a Donkey Kong just like the arcades, not lame like the Atari one. Man, I didn’t know anyone who actually had a Colecovision. He had two VCR’s with all the best action movies, martial arts stuff, cop movies and war movies. Jimbo said he used to be a soldier in some of the same places where they made chop socky movies.
He had other movies too. He knew we didn’t like movies with kissing and stuff, but he had some of naked women doing more than kissing. It was kind of embarrassing when he would ask us if we liked what we saw and stuff.
He drank this stuff called Tank Jin, and it smelled bad and tasted worse. But it was a little o.k. when you mixed it with pineapple juice. He knew I liked pineapple juice and he always kept some in the refrigerator for me.
There was always candy and cookies and stuff, and you could eat it before supper if you wanted. Sometimes he would give one of the kids a whole 10 dollars.
He was a little weird I guess, I know they say bad things happened. He never did any bad things with me though. One time we were drinking the Tank Jin and got a little silly and he tried to kiss me to show me how in case I ever wanted to kiss a girl someday. But the smell of the tank on his breath made me a little sick, so I left. For a couple days after that he was kind of sore at me
I know Brian let him watch him take a bath one day, and he gave Brian enough money to buy a Moon Patrol Atari Cartridge. He used to hint that we could earn more money, but the things he talked about sounded icky and when I told him so, he said he was just kidding.
Some of the kids he gave special pills to that made them feel kind of floaty.
One day he wasn’t there anymore. His mom was there and said he was in some kind of trouble and it was all our fault.
My mom found out that I hung out there sometimes, and my dad got that look on his face he gets when he is mad at me, but doesn’t think he is supposed to be mad at me so he pretends he isn’t. He was talking to me real quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you wish he would start yelling.
My dad told me the cops had taken him to jail with the other bad men. He said the other bad men would do bad things to him and that it serves him right for being so bad.
Only I hope they didn’t hurt him. I never believed he was a soldier like in the movies. He pretended to be rough and tough but he was always scared and sad inside.
I sometimes see some of the guys that used to hang out there, but we never talk about it. It’s a sure way to get adults all on your back to talk about it anyway. I feel bad for his mom, I see her at the store sometimes and her face gets all tight and she acts like she wants to cry. I want to tell her Jimbo never hurt me, but I sorta think talking to her about it would just make her feel worse.