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Matty in a Nuts Shell
His parents actually went to Atlantic City every other weekend and left him, at 15, 16, 17 years old, home by himself.
We were spoiled kids with cars, money, attitude. As emotionally fragile as each member of the Breakfast Club, yet as sure of our success as Trump.
So we'd all camp out at his house starting Friday night. We'd go to the Bronx, somewhere off the 233rd St or Gun Hill Rd exits and buy some pot. Green weed, sensimilla. Considered to be superior in strength, Sensimilla (Spanish for "without seed") is derived from unpollenated, female cannabis. Samples which have been found to contain up to 6.0% THC.
Matty could roll. I could make a pipe out of anything, the filter in the sink, an empty toilet paper roll, anything hollow and tinfoil. But Matty could roll.
So we would gather at his house and he would put on incredible shows for us. He would pantomime all of Cabaret, or mimic his parents arguing, "It's white fish!" "It's Gifilte Fish"! One night to everyones hysterical delight, Matty had us all acting out a scene from Star Trek in his kitchen, with he and I both choosing Gary as Spock and then laughing in the screamingly funny laugh that can only come from being stoned, when we realized that we both chose Gary because he was our only Asian friend at the party.
That was the Matty that I loved, that I couldn't live without. He was an entertainer and was funny all the time. We really only had trouble when there were women around. But as Adrienne pointed out to me one night, it wasn't that we were jealous about the other one getting the girl. It was more we were jealous of the girl! And she was right. By junior year Matty and I had learned how to communicate without words. I knew he would pick me up at 7:00 and he knew I'd be ready. People often teased us about our need to break up with each other if we were ever to get together with any girls.
Eventually we did break up. But we got together again. In fact it took 3 times before it stuck. Each time a disaster. Each time a pain. Each time a story.
Maybe the next three blogs will be the break ups. "free parking", "the airport" and "gun".
P.S.
Matty if you have a computer yet and read this, let me know if I leave anything out.
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