Poop Shute

Crappy Blast From The Crappy Past

Part I

When I was 16 years old I threw a party.

This party was big. No, this party was huge.

No, no, this party reached astronomical proportions.

Here are some numbers to consider, just in case you're skeptical at this point.

My close friends and I were members of the last huge class at Mountain Pointe High School. A new high school opened up just down the road during our sophomore year, so every class after that was smaller. I don't recall the exact figure, but ours was somehwere over 800. I would honestly say the majority of that 800 were at my house at one point or another that evening, AND I saw a great deal of the classes above and below me in age. For literally years after that night I would run into people I had no recollection of meeting, and they would say "Hey, you're that guy who threw that great party, aren't you?"

I would simply smile and nod.

"Great party, man."

I would smile and shrug.

Keep in mind this was 1996, and at my sister's wedding last year all the groom's men recognized me and reminded me of just how great that party was.

Now, considering this party got me thrown out of my house at the age of 16, I suppose it had better damn be pretty legendary. See, my father's wife and I never got along, and her and I had been bucking heads for about a year by this time. This was the perfect excuse she need to get me out. Kids have parties all the frigging time when parents go out of town. It's practiaclly a rite of passage. For me it was my ticket out.

Emotional scars aside, it was pretty worth it.

More tomorrow.