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i can remember one of the best times of my life.
back in junior high i had four best friends: scott, brett, philbert, and eugene.
scott is the first person to ever introduce me to punk rock. he's going to school in orlando right now. i see him from time to time. he's been dating the same girl for about five years.
i used to spend the night at brett's house almost every weekend. i watched bio dome and encino man for the first time ever sitting in a bean bag chair in his bedroom. we'd stay up late watching beavis & butthead marathons & scrambled softcore porn on the playboy channel. he's an ex marine now. he's also married and has a beautiful baby girl.
until scott let me hear millencolin for the first time, i listened to rap.. and that was perpetuated by philbert. phil was super filipino and i loved his immediate family almost as much as i loved my own. one of the most genuine, happy-go-lucky guys i've ever known. he's in the army & lives in texas now.
eugene was always kind of the lacky of our group, but as much as we ragged on him, we loved him.. and he was a part. awhile back we planned two trips to japan together which both failed miserably. i haven't seen him in a long time, but every time i do he hasnt changed a bit.
i can remember going to phil's house after school every friday, sitting around the tv in his room, playing the first grand theft auto for ps1 (which had just come out). it was probably a bootlegged version that phil paid pennies for because he had some cousin in the phillipines that always hooked him up with all these bootleg video games. i remember we figured out that if you switch out the game disc with an actual music cd, the cars you steal in the game would play songs from the music cd you put in. it was amazing. and all we ever played was the album homecoming by the band craig's brother, which had also just come out and josh hardee had made known to us after recently attending one of their shows (the lucky bastard.. i'd give anything to go back in time and see craig's brother while they were touring off of homecoming).
i can remember phil's mom making us a mountain of authentic filipino cuisine to eat while we sat around and played, and talked, and listened, and waited for phil's dad to get home from the naval base to take us to the church where we would play basketball for hours. i know i'm not in the best shape i could be right now, but i played the fuck out of some basketball back in the day. granted i did a lot of passing & pick setting, but i got into that shit. seriously. we'd play til our faces were red and sweat poured from our brows. til we were heaving & dying of thirst. 16 year olds! spry little dudes! we'd talk shit about the littler kids trying to join in the game. we'd discuss the girls at school, what movies we wanted to see, what video games we wanted to play. then we'd play some more.. until phil's dad showed up and made us leave.
i remember having some of the most important (at the time) conversations on those rides home. who was crushing on who type of shit. i remember phil's mom would have even more food waiting for us when we got back to the house. i remember having the whole weekend to look forward to those nights.. possibly a show at murray hill, or a trip to the mall just to play around aladdin's castle all day.
those friday night basketball excursions were some of THE best times of my life.
back in junior high i had four best friends: scott, brett, philbert, and eugene.
scott is the first person to ever introduce me to punk rock. he's going to school in orlando right now. i see him from time to time. he's been dating the same girl for about five years.
i used to spend the night at brett's house almost every weekend. i watched bio dome and encino man for the first time ever sitting in a bean bag chair in his bedroom. we'd stay up late watching beavis & butthead marathons & scrambled softcore porn on the playboy channel. he's an ex marine now. he's also married and has a beautiful baby girl.
until scott let me hear millencolin for the first time, i listened to rap.. and that was perpetuated by philbert. phil was super filipino and i loved his immediate family almost as much as i loved my own. one of the most genuine, happy-go-lucky guys i've ever known. he's in the army & lives in texas now.
eugene was always kind of the lacky of our group, but as much as we ragged on him, we loved him.. and he was a part. awhile back we planned two trips to japan together which both failed miserably. i haven't seen him in a long time, but every time i do he hasnt changed a bit.
i can remember going to phil's house after school every friday, sitting around the tv in his room, playing the first grand theft auto for ps1 (which had just come out). it was probably a bootlegged version that phil paid pennies for because he had some cousin in the phillipines that always hooked him up with all these bootleg video games. i remember we figured out that if you switch out the game disc with an actual music cd, the cars you steal in the game would play songs from the music cd you put in. it was amazing. and all we ever played was the album homecoming by the band craig's brother, which had also just come out and josh hardee had made known to us after recently attending one of their shows (the lucky bastard.. i'd give anything to go back in time and see craig's brother while they were touring off of homecoming).
i can remember phil's mom making us a mountain of authentic filipino cuisine to eat while we sat around and played, and talked, and listened, and waited for phil's dad to get home from the naval base to take us to the church where we would play basketball for hours. i know i'm not in the best shape i could be right now, but i played the fuck out of some basketball back in the day. granted i did a lot of passing & pick setting, but i got into that shit. seriously. we'd play til our faces were red and sweat poured from our brows. til we were heaving & dying of thirst. 16 year olds! spry little dudes! we'd talk shit about the littler kids trying to join in the game. we'd discuss the girls at school, what movies we wanted to see, what video games we wanted to play. then we'd play some more.. until phil's dad showed up and made us leave.
i remember having some of the most important (at the time) conversations on those rides home. who was crushing on who type of shit. i remember phil's mom would have even more food waiting for us when we got back to the house. i remember having the whole weekend to look forward to those nights.. possibly a show at murray hill, or a trip to the mall just to play around aladdin's castle all day.
those friday night basketball excursions were some of THE best times of my life.