spartacus53
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- Jul 5, 2009
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Have you ever been the mark of a prank, or had a practical joke played on you? Well I surely have was on the losing side, and although I can look back at it now and laugh, it wasn't very funny back then, it was a real serious matter.
I would love to hear yours and give you this open forum to vent a little, as I will.
This actually happened before I was even a teenager and up to this point I never pulled a prank, stunt, or joke on anyone. Maybe this is what lead me down the dark road of practical jokes. I want to give you a little insight so that you may better understand what was to come.
I grew up in a tough part of NY, a little borough called The Bronx. I guess our only claim to fame was a little movie staring Paul Newman called "Fort Apache, The Bronx". I lived not too far from that area and as a kid, I did visit that neighborhood as I had friends there. Believe me, that movie was like a Disney flick compared to what really happened there and yes, the precinct was under fire from arrows, that is a fact!
Well my neighborhood was a little better than there, but not by much. At one time this area was predominately Irish and Italian. I was just blocks away from "Little Italy in the Bronx", as well as Dion and the Belmonts, from Belmont Ave. In essence I was in the middle of 2 worlds. We saw our share of crime, had our neighborhood junkies and glue sniffers for sure. Even in spite of this the neighborhood was still decent, although on the fast tract of declining. We had great shopping areas, and the Bronx Zoo was just 3 blocks away.
The Incident
I was lucky my friend Bobby's grandmother was the superintendent for a building around the corner from me. We were lucky because his landlord let us use the basement for a club, which was furnished with sofas and chairs tossed from the area. During the summertime we were always outside playing, stickball, tag, off the curb, skully and every other game imaginable. In the wintertime we stayed in the club and played our stereo and listened to music.
Well we had a little bodega that was catty cornered to our building, and it had been robbed at gunpoint during one winter week. A few weeks after this incident, one of our friends Joey F, decided to scare the guys from the bodega. Without saying a word to anyone he had taken an old WWI Mauser outside. Joey put a kerchief like an old western robber and told them to freeze as they were locking up the store. Being the rocket scientist that Joey was, he just ran back into the cellar and told everyone he was going home. He never mentioned to anyone what had just transpired.
Needless to say, within 5-6 minutes we saw a ton of police lights on the 2 sides of the building and being kids we wanted to see what was happening. Before we were able to reach the outside door, we were facing several police with their guns drawn. I tell you, at 11, or 12, I had never looked down the barrel of a gun until that day. That gun looked the size of a cannon, then we heard FREEZE
Luckily Bobby's father was upstairs and he was an attorney. It took some time to sort out everything that happened and we were so lucky to walk away unscathed. I was sure that I was going to be getting my first JD card. Luckily back then times were a bit different, had it happened today I would have already been serving time.
I would love to hear yours and give you this open forum to vent a little, as I will.
This actually happened before I was even a teenager and up to this point I never pulled a prank, stunt, or joke on anyone. Maybe this is what lead me down the dark road of practical jokes. I want to give you a little insight so that you may better understand what was to come.
I grew up in a tough part of NY, a little borough called The Bronx. I guess our only claim to fame was a little movie staring Paul Newman called "Fort Apache, The Bronx". I lived not too far from that area and as a kid, I did visit that neighborhood as I had friends there. Believe me, that movie was like a Disney flick compared to what really happened there and yes, the precinct was under fire from arrows, that is a fact!
Well my neighborhood was a little better than there, but not by much. At one time this area was predominately Irish and Italian. I was just blocks away from "Little Italy in the Bronx", as well as Dion and the Belmonts, from Belmont Ave. In essence I was in the middle of 2 worlds. We saw our share of crime, had our neighborhood junkies and glue sniffers for sure. Even in spite of this the neighborhood was still decent, although on the fast tract of declining. We had great shopping areas, and the Bronx Zoo was just 3 blocks away.
The Incident
I was lucky my friend Bobby's grandmother was the superintendent for a building around the corner from me. We were lucky because his landlord let us use the basement for a club, which was furnished with sofas and chairs tossed from the area. During the summertime we were always outside playing, stickball, tag, off the curb, skully and every other game imaginable. In the wintertime we stayed in the club and played our stereo and listened to music.
Well we had a little bodega that was catty cornered to our building, and it had been robbed at gunpoint during one winter week. A few weeks after this incident, one of our friends Joey F, decided to scare the guys from the bodega. Without saying a word to anyone he had taken an old WWI Mauser outside. Joey put a kerchief like an old western robber and told them to freeze as they were locking up the store. Being the rocket scientist that Joey was, he just ran back into the cellar and told everyone he was going home. He never mentioned to anyone what had just transpired.
Needless to say, within 5-6 minutes we saw a ton of police lights on the 2 sides of the building and being kids we wanted to see what was happening. Before we were able to reach the outside door, we were facing several police with their guns drawn. I tell you, at 11, or 12, I had never looked down the barrel of a gun until that day. That gun looked the size of a cannon, then we heard FREEZE
Luckily Bobby's father was upstairs and he was an attorney. It took some time to sort out everything that happened and we were so lucky to walk away unscathed. I was sure that I was going to be getting my first JD card. Luckily back then times were a bit different, had it happened today I would have already been serving time.
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