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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months ago

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 20/? "Early Spring Fever"

Billy's listening to Alice Cooper's "I'm eighteen" (released in 1970)

***

Billy doesn't remember ever seeing a tornado in California. Supposedly, they do happen there, but very seldom.

Usually it's just strong winds, quite often San Diego gets hit by a storm, and once in a blue moon they would issue a hurricane warning.

But Billy's never seen an actual twister. One time though in March 1983 a tornado touched down in Los Angeles, damaging buildings and injuring dozens of people. There were news reports on TV, shit was disturbing.

Apparently, in the wonderful state of Indiana tornadoes occur every year, it's nothing extraordinary.

Billy's watching one go through the field as he is driving to work. It's unstoppable and unpredictable like a serpent, twisting and hurling. Creepy as fuck. A ghost coming from nowhere and on the way to nowhere

Thin and even fragile, but Billy is aware of the destruction tornadoes can inflict.

A strange sense of foreboding comes over him while he's watching the spinning column of air desperately reach down from the sky, digesting anything it finds on its path.

Seeking.

The feeling chills him to the bone, lasts only a second and dissipates quickly.

Fucking Indiana. It's dangerous to live here.

Hawkins remains unharmed this time, the tornado making its route further into the fields and forests, away from the town.

Mr. Dailey is surprised Billy's on time for the shift, and Hargrove doesn't understand why.

"They sent out a warning on the radio and you had to be staying in a hideout, not driving across town when it was passing. Thank heavens it was only an EF-1."

"An EF-1 ..?"

A first-level Effing Fuck, that's what it was.

"It means that the wind speed wasn't very high. But still, gotta be careful, kid. The sucker came early, usually they don't start roaming around till summer. Anyways .. if you ever hear a warning, drop whatever you're doing and find a safe place to hide."

Billy should probably inform Max on that. Susan must have done it, but it's better to be sure the gremlin knows about this shit. After all, Billy's leaving in summer, but Max is gonna be staying.

***

During the second week of March together with the first spring tornado, life-changing news arrive in Hawkins. Seniors are getting their acceptance or rejection letters from universities.

Anxiety is through the roof.

Yikes.

Steve gets a rejection from Purdue University in Indianapolis. No biggie. It's not like he was riding his expectations high. How many places did he apply to in total? A couple of more in Indiana, he didn't even try anything out of state. There are definitely some options left, so there's hope.

There's no hope.

Steve knows he won't get into a university, and that's actually fine with him, but his parents are gonna behave like it's the end of the world.

Mom has told him to have a plan B several times already this year. Steve still doesn't.

He'll come up with one, there's nothing to worry about.

If only his parents knew about the monsters wandering under - is it under or is it like an absolutely different dimension? - their quiet town, that would certainly change their perspective of what is really important in the world.

***

Billy gets an acceptance letter from Chicago University and a rejection from UCLA.

Fuck.

Fuck !!

Billy is not planning on going to Chicago. He isn't going to stay in the fucking middle of the continent. He wants to go back to his state where he knows his way around, where there is access to the ocean. To air, and .. water. He sent a couple of applications to the nearby institutions just for kicks, to have some more options which he knew, he was never gonna use.

UCLA is probably out of his league as it is, and it was too ambitious to aim for it in the first place, but Billy is still a bit disappointed.

That's where he wanted to go.

Billy is not one of those super lucky kids who are unquestionably sure what they want to do in life, from the cradle. He's had different ideas and aspirations, as well as his ups and downs - he almost got expelled from middle school once .. or twice, due to behavioural issues and general neglect towards studying. Guess when this happened. Yes, mama, the first couple of years after you'd run away were the toughest. On the other hand, he's always had one true constant all through the years - his interest in cars. Repairing, yes it's a passion, but also .. perhaps .. developing and building them? Automotive engineering. That's the dream. That's the ultimate dream.

Yeah, sounds too much for a guy like him, he thinks so too. A too big piece to swallow.

There are still some answers to receive, so he's gonna wait for those. The UCLA rejection doesn't come as a total shock though. His mind wasn't in the right place when Billy was sending out those applications back in the fall. In August the news about their move came out of the blue, dad didn't exactly talk things through with his son, so Billy was absolutely not ready for fucking relocating to butt-ass Indiana. He didn't have time to get any recommendations from his teachers in San Diego, the school was closed in summer, couldn't get any from Hawkins High faculty, having just started the year in a new place. His mood was awful and he lacked the reason to get up in the morning, let alone forage for recommendations. It's like the timing of this move was the worst possible. His motivation letter that he wrote hastily and on emotions sounded probably too desperate. The GPA and SAT results were good, however, apparently, other candidates have outperformed him.

It sucks, big time, but he can live with that. He can try next year, or .. or maybe he'll just stick to fixing cars. Now all Billy wants

Is to breathe with a full chest.

Go back home. He's had enough of this place.

Fucking tornadoes just roaming the fields, can you fucking imagine?

***

He's had enough of this new sickness, too. Billy decides to refer to it with the help of this word, cause he can't think of any other.

It's like years ago, when Billy was little and there was this period of time after his mother had left. He would open his eyes in the morning and feel

Normal.

The day was beautiful, the sunshine would be pouring through the curtains

Billy opened his eyes, still lingering in the haziness of sleep.

He felt .. light. As if nothing was burdening him.

And then, morning realisations put their weight on him, slowly crushing him, like under a huge press

The first thought - that he was, as of recently, motherless.

She wouldn't be in the kitchen making breakfast for him. She wouldn't be anywhere around.

And then - that his dad was an unmelting iceberg.

The little boy lay in his bed some more, wishing just to go back to sleep and maybe never even open his eyes anymore

Because what was the point.

A minute later Billy would get on his feet and go about his day.

But even now, he so clearly remembers those couple of seconds between waking up and sliding into reality

Those few seconds were his safest haven before the truth became too crystal clear.

It's like now, not so tragic of course, but the overall idea is kinda the same. Billy's eyelashes fly open, he's still in the grasp of sleep, not fully conscious.

Everything is fine, the way it usually is

He's feeling

Normal.

Uhm, no. Did you forget about

Harrington ??

It lies heavy, the unwanted intrusion.

Like a pile of rocks in his chest.

Fucking Harrington sickness. Fucking everything. Billy's feeling discontented, neither his body, nor mind are at ease. When the fuck is it gonna get better.

It will get better, right?

***

At school the boys have purposefully avoided being in the showers together ever since Steve's visit to Mr. Dailey's garage. Ever since Hargrove touched the royal dick for the first time and the horny dam got broken and fucking flooded all around. It was actually Billy who began to be very particular about not coming to the showers when Steve was standing there in the nude under warm streams of water.

A fucking wet dream

Usually he just skipped it altogether and took a shower at home or didn't have one at all if there was no time. Sometimes when he knew that Max was going to get held up at her AV club a bit longer, he stayed alone in the gym and shot the hoops for ten or fifteen minutes to make sure Harrington would be gone from the dangerous territories and Billy got a green light to go in.

The basketball court is a problem, but the showers? Standing there completely naked next to a butt-naked Harrington?

Let's just be honest about it, Billy is not able to do it anymore. His dick is not gonna behave, and there would be nothing to cover it with.

Today when the guys leave the court, Billy's staying behind. He waits for fifteen minutes, dribbling the ball, practising various tricks. He usually smokes in the parking lot anyways if Maxine has AV, so he has time to spare.

There's no-one in the showers when he gets there. Good. Billy takes a quick one, turns the water off, wraps a towel around the hips and goes into the locker room, to find Harrington sitting on a bench and looking savoury as hell.

As fucking always.

Those eyes, stop looking at me with your fucking eyes

Steve's waiting for Billy.

They are alone in the room, all the other guys have already left.

Billy is aware what's about to happen to his body in a matter of seconds. The sickness. His heart is gonna be jumping out from his ribcage, the sound of blood roaring in his ears will deafen him, knees will feel as if they are giving out from under him, failing to hold the bulk of his trembling body.

Billy moves to his locker and digs in it to find a t-shirt.

His cock is already swinging like a bat between his legs.

Fucking pavlovian shit.

He can't .. he's feeling too naked, he can't be naked in front of the fully dressed King Steve who's leering at him

Salaciously.

What the fuck is this, the sensation of the world narrowing down to just the two of them? Zooming in, and the rest is inexistent?

How would it feel to be absolutely naked with Steve in bed? Would he be shy? Just a little bit? Or will he be as shameless spreading his legs in front of Billy?

Because Hargrove's suddenly fucking shy, and blushing and

His temperature is rising, it's the disease.

Neither of them utter a single word, and this is so damn weird, yet they really don't need to say fucking anything

Steve's eyes are raking over Hargrove's bare back and arms, and Billy is in a hurry to put the t-shirt on. He needs to be on equal terms with Harrington.

He's burning up. He's definitely coming down with something.

"Quit fucking staring."

"You never had a problem with people looking at your body."

How do you even know what I have and what I don't have a problem with

"Just shut up. It's so much better when you're not talking."

Bitch.

Steve is getting up from the bench, comes closer to Billy

An inch away

There's a heat wave standing behind him.

Hargrove turns around, grabs Harrington by the shirt and drags him behind the row of lockers, out of the plain sight. Slams him into the metal and the motherfucker smiles as if he's getting off only on that.

The towel is dropped on the floor

Billy's fingers get tangled in the pretty boy's lush hair

Lips clashing, tongues diving in deep

Fuck, he's so weak, he's so weak

Harrington bites Billy's lower lip, and Billy growls, left hand sliding down Steve's chest and belly to reach for his dick, the right one still pulling on the hair

Steve's fly is already open, the asshole knew what they would be doing.

Billy puts his hand into the furnace

He can't, seriously, he absolutely fucking can't with this bitch

He squeezes Harrington's cock in his palm, it is piping hot, lets go of the king's hair and guides Steve's hand to his own hurting dick

Why does everything in his abdomen hurt like that, like muscle cramps

The moment boys get ahold of each other's cocks

The world becomes a better place, instantaneously.

They kiss hungrily, in a hurry and jerk one another off just as desperately. It's quick and it's dangerous but the fear makes them both cum in record time.

It's not enough.

***

The weekend is slow and uneventful. Billy drowns himself in work. He would actually prefer to stay at home, in bed, not see or talk to anyone, loaf around, watch porn on the VCR - given the family's been abducted by aliens and he's home alone - and masturbate minimum five times a day to all the recent and not so recent recollections of

Harrington's everything.

Extraterrestrial creatures do not show any interest in the Hargroves, and Billy has things to do at the garage, an old Chevy truck and a pricey-looking beautiful Oldsmobile Cutlass expect his undivided attention. If he's gonna be repairing cars for the rest of his life, he's fine with that, he can continue honing the skills.

He interrupts his work to step outside for a few whiffs, watch the world around change and gradually regain its vibrancy. Despite the fact that March weather in Indiana is unpredictable and volatile - one day it can be relatively warm, sunny and windless and the very next day might be chilly and pelting cold rain - winter inevitably loosens its grip.

Billy's been working for two days straight, long hours, there isn't much sense in doing useless homework anymore, the spring break is just around the corner, and seniors are one foot over the school doorstep, ready to leave for good, even teachers themselves have been cutting the students some slack.

It's already late on Sunday, and Billy wonders what Steve is doing. Most likely, spending time with that new girl of his. Maybe he took her out to a diner or something.

How does it feel to sit across King Steve, talk about stupid shit, mindlessly sucking on a milkshake straw? Billy would make Harrington choke on his food right there, right in front of everyone. He would ignite that fire in those two pools of darkness, would do his magic, making Harrington turn to ash.

How would it feel to drive to the royal palace, fall between the sheets, bodies a mess, and do all the things your minds tell you to do, eager and unrestricted

Taking the time. Not having to rush it.

Maybe the king and his new concubine are fucking right this moment. Maybe Steve's coming, shutting his eyes, throwing his head back, moaning stupid, that Adam's apple under the thin skin quivering

Billy wants to watch it quiver, needs to put his mouth on it, trap it under his lips

Hargrove keeps on wrenching one especially tough nut in the Chevy's insides.

Lucky bitch.

Lucky fucking ugly cow bitch, that fucking Tammy or whatever her name is.

Billy can always call Harrington, the offer is surely still on the table, but it is still a very firm

No.

He doesn't want to feel like a fool. He doesn't want to accidentally come across Harrington's parents, doesn't want to call at an inconvenient time, or god forbid, interrupt something.

No.

When Hargrove sees Harrington at school on Monday, and that girl is glued to his arm, Billy thinks he guessed right. The lovebirds must've had some nice time at the weekend together.

The sight is literally crippling Billy

He looks away, and then back, and then away, and again back

Stop fucking staring at each other like you're getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake

It's school. People come here to study, not to fornicate.

The disease is flourishing, sweeping through his insides, and Billy's helpless. There is nothing for him to do, so he'll just be simmering in his own gall

It's bitter, stifling, and he can't run away from it.

Hargrove's putting his forehead against the cold metal of his locker

"Are you okay? Billy?"

It's Jennifer's voice

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Stop nagging

"Are you coming to lunch?"

"Sure."

He slams the locker shut and Jennifer coils her arm around his.

The medicine isn't working.

***

This week more news from universities and colleges arrive.

Steve has officially got into none of the places he applied to.

Parents freak out. Dad, red in the face and roaring, shouts something like

"You're the shame of the family!" And something else about his brother's kids being way smarter than his own son and having a life plan, and Steve's aunt's children also having promising perspectives in life, but his child, his flesh and blood is just an irresponsible, immature, still holding onto his mother's skirt and hiding behind his father's checkbook

Loser.

Yeah.

He's heard it all before. Steve's the lamest among the Harringtons, he gets it.

Mom is nervously clutching a glass of wine in her hands, and after Mr. Harrington storms away to their bedroom, talks to her son in a different tone, but still very very disappointed.

She even cries a little at some point.

Mom what the fuck, why are you crying, it's not like I'm incurably sick or dead or something.

"Mom?"

"Oh, Steve .. What are we going to do? Maybe we can look into some undergraduate programs? Or maybe get you into an SAT prep program, retake the exams, try next year? .."

"Mom .."

"We can talk to dad, ask him to look for connections, pour some money into it .."

"No! Mom !! Would you just listen to me? I'm done with this higher education thing. For now, at least .. I don't want it, I can't, okay ?? Maybe next year, yeah. Leave me alone. I'll get a job."

"Oh Stevie, do you think it's easy to get a job??"

"I don't know? But people get some! Tommy's getting one soon .. in his dad's company. Hargrove's got one. Some other guys too .."

"Who is Hargrove?"

"Uh .. a guy from school."

"Never heard the name before."

"He is new in town. Doesn't matter, just .."

"Oh. Honey .. What job are you planning on getting? Minimum wage?"

"Mom, honestly? Right now, I'm not getting anything, let me graduate. But trust me, I'll get one. And maybe yeah, it'll be minimum wage, I need to start somewhere."

Mrs. Harrington finishes her wine and sighs unhappily

"Steve, I know and we know that this has been a hard year."

You have no fucking idea

"It's just more difficult for dad to accept .."

Mrs. Harrington cuts herself off

That his son is a failure?

"But Dad, he .. we want you to succeed in .. in life, to do well."

Steve's aware that his father considers him a disappointment.

"I know you want what's best for me, mom. I just .. Everything will be alright. Okay?"

"Promise me you are going to look into universities next year. You are not going to give up on the education."

Jesus Christ.

"Okay, mom. I promise."

Please just let me be young for a bit longer

Mrs. Harrington joins her husband upstairs. It's around eight-thirty, Steve's not feeling like staying at home. He calls Tommy and asks if he's free right now

"Yeah, man, did something happen?"

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, sure. Gonna stop on the way and grab some beer?"

"Yep."

The stay in Hagan's room, drink a couple of cans of Budweiser

"Hey, Tommy .."

"Yeah?"

"Do you like .. you know what you're gonna do after school, right?"

"Sure. Work for my dad. I told you that."

Steve's nodding and taking a gulp of cold beer.

"And you're .. okay with that?"

Tommy's scratching his head and makes a vague gesture with his hand

"I don't really know what other options I have."

"Yeah, but .. you are okay with that? The fact that you're gonna sell farm machinery and you don't seem to have other variants?"

"Yeah, man. I guess."

"That's uh .. that's good."

They keep on sipping the beer and Tommy lights up a cigarette. Steve reaches for it, so Tommy gives him the cig and digs for another one

"Hey, do you know where I can get a job?"

"A job?"

"Well, I gotta do something after graduation."

"I thought daddy was gonna take care of that."

"Dad doesn't think .. he's not .. yeah, I don't know. No universities for me, and dad believes I'm a loser with a capital L. I need a job, alright?"

Tommy's thoughtfully blowing grey smoke up in the air

"They are opening this huge mall nearby, can always ask there."

That's actually not a bad idea.

"Can't imagine you working 9 to 5, dude."

"Yeah. Me neither."

***

On Friday Harrington bumps Billy's shoulder passing him in the school hallway - purely by accident, he can swear on the Bible in front of the judge and the jury - and Billy is quick to shove him back

"Watch where you're going, assface."

There's no malice in his voice, it almost sounds fond. Its low grumble sparks a pleasant tug in Steve's lower abdomen

Some people are looking at the two boys but no-one from the king's usual company is around, so Billy grabs Steve by the collar of his yet another excessively annoying polo

Gets his face close, inhales the pretty boy's scent.

Whispers in his ear

As though he's threatening him

"Meet me in the drama hall during lunch break."

The tugging sensation in Steve's lower belly flares into sharp twinges

They have to be careful.

Harrington is playing along keeping his voice low

"Tommy's gonna freak out if I'm not there to share my brownie."

That's true. Hagan might go scour the building.

Hargrove pushes the other boy away and keeps on walking

"Douchebag!" Steve's shouting, just in case, and flips Billy's tight ass off.

***

He catches Hargrove in the hallways later, before the last period.

"Whatcha doing after classes?"

"Picking my stepsister up."

"That redhead you're always carting around?"

"Yeah."

"You working tonight?"

Billy's glancing around, but nobody's paying attention to them. They are just two dudes walking alongside on their way to the class, and maybe exchanging a word or two. In a non-aggressive way.

"Uh-huh."

"I'll come by the garage then. You finish at eight?"

Jesus, Billy feels like .. like it's a date

It's probably as close to a date as they are gonna get, so why not accept the offer

"Yeah."

***

Old Joe is closing the shop at 8.10. Billy is hanging around.

"Are you coming tomorrow, kid?"

"Yes, Mr. Dailey, as usual. After school."

"Don't you want a free day from this place? You've been working your ass off lately. Wouldn't you like to .. I don't know what young people do these days .. take a girl out?"

Billy's snorting, not in a disrespectful way though

"Yeah, maybe. Gotta get those two ladies back into shape first. That olds cutlass is a beauty."

His boss is nodding

"Right .. Don't even know what I'm going to do when you leave, kid."

"Still plenty of time till July."

Old Joe is shaking his head in disagreement now, but doesn't say anything anymore. He gets into his old ford and Billy opens the camaro's door

"Have a nice night, Mr. Dailey!"

"You too, Billy. You too."

Hargrove starts the engine, but waits till the ford drives away first. His hands are already giving in to a slight tremor. He fishes out a Marlboro

Gotta calm down

He inhales the smoke deep and rolls out slowly.

Steve's car is parked nearby. It doesn't look conspicuous or anything, it standing on the side of the road. A buddy can be waiting for Billy, right? Also, it's quite late and all respectable Hawkins residents are most likely watching TV, all snug and comfy in their recliners. Wives scurrying in kitchens, kids diligently doing homework.

Billy drops in the backseat, feet still on the ground, finishing the smoke. Harrington is sitting there, huffing in irritation

"Where were you? You said you finish at eight."

"Yeah, got a bit held up, what's fifteen minutes, jesus."

Of course, King Steve doesn't enjoy being kept waiting.

Billy takes the last drag, throws the butt away and closes the door. Harrington's hand is already running up his leg.

They make each other cum. It burns too hot, it ends too quick. Billy needs more time to relish the things he wants to relish. Although it seems like some kind of a well-practised routine by now,

This time it's .. different.

Like Steve is searching for a hint of .. tenderness? Or maybe that's on Hargrove himself, and Harrington is just following the lead.

Or not, it's probably only Billy, but

The way they kiss is different.

It's slower. Tastier.

The way they are touching each other has changed. The shift borders on impalpable.

Yet it's right there.

Fuck.

Perhaps it's all in Billy's head, his imagination running wild.

It is breaking wild, always, always now.

Everything is slower but finishes too fast anyways, and

Please, that's all the drugs I'm gonna get to ease the pain ..?

There's a pack of Parliaments in the front passenger's seat again, and a box of tissues

Harrington has come prepared

After wiping his fingers, Billy takes two cigarettes out, just like last time, and flicks the lighter.

"I'm going away for the spring break," Steve says.

Oh.

The pretty boy wanted to get some time alone with him before fucking off for a week.

Don't read too much into that, Billy.

"Like I need to know."

Okay, he can keep the conversation up

"Where to?"

"Indianapolis. My parents have an apartment there."

"Sweet."

I'm gonna miss you I'm gonna miss you I'm gonna miss you

Shut the fuck up.

"You going anywhere?"

"Nah."

Not yet, your majesty. Not yet.

They finish the smokes, not saying anything else. Hargrove feels the sadness bloom in his chest and doesn't fight it.

When he's watching the beamer drive off into the chilly March evening, Billy's hunger awakes again.

It wasn't enough.

***

The last week of March is spring break, and Steve, indeed, leaves for Indianapolis on Saturday morning. He has to do some shopping, he wants to unwind a bit.

Steve also spends some time with dad in the office, watching it work, churn, make money that he likes spending so much.

Honestly, he just feels so out of place there, it's plain uncomfortable. Although Dad does his best, gotta give him that, stays on the phone most of the time, doesn't make his son feel like a piece of failed shit entirely, Harrington junior can't outrun the feeling that he doesn't belong where his dad thrives and prospers.

Parents and kids can be different, can want different things, right? Too bad Steve has no idea what he wants. He kinda feels bad for his father, imagine building a solid business dreaming of an heir, and then the heir turns out ..

Meh.

Steve has heard it from Tommy that Hargrove got accepted into the University of Chicago. Billy must be fucking proud of himself. His family must be proud

Come to think of it, he doesn't even know anything about Hargrove's family. Not that he needs to. He's only mentioned having a stepsister

"We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to .."

Steve's jealous?

Nooooo. Of course not.

Jealous of what?

University education is not exactly something he wants to pursue.

Andy got accepted somewhere on fucking basketball scholarship. The scholarship Steve had been dreaming of, before .. before everything started happening all at once and falling apart, before he strated realising maybe he's not cut out for university, or college. Maybe it's just too early for him to decide what to do with his life. The money is of course an issue, but his parents have loads, so why rush it now? Having some kind of a career is important, do all the adults know what they want to become when they are 17 or 18?

His dad did, actually. Or so he told Steve, numerous times.

Is Steve just super stupid and slow on the uptake, or maybe it's actually okay for him not to know right this second what he fucking wants ??

Tina has been in tears for the last couple of weeks. She's happy for Andy, her high school sweetheart, she is. However, what's going to happen to their relationship? Harrington's kinda curious which place Andy made it to, he needs to be filled in on the news.

Steve's sliding his hand down his face. Yeah, whatever. He's standing at the traffic lights, and it's time to move, but he can't decide which turn signal to switch on, whether to go forward or back.

On his shopping spree in Indianapolis Steve visits a perfume store. He's sampling different brands and

Oh my god

That's .. that's Hargrove's smell.

He spritzes the fragrant liquid on a strip of paper and places in under his nose again

That's it, that's definitely the smell.

Steve glances at the label

Paco Rabanne

Pour Homme

After Shave

Yeah.

He has finally identified it, the scent that's been on his mind for months

However, at parties - whenever he found himself in Billy's vicinity, or when they were actually getting in each other's space and kissing - Harrington caught a whiff of different perfume notes

Another distinctive Hargrove aroma.

Hmmm ..

Gotta crack that one as well.

***

Gods of Indiana finally have fucking mercy on Billy because Neil and the family go away to visit Susan's relatives again. For three days, what a delight.

He runs into Hagan in Fair Mart where he's buying a block of Marlboros and two six-packs in the evening after having left the garage at six

All work and no play is gonna make Billy a dull boy

He thinks he's entitled to have a little fun, and Tommy just happens to be in the right place at the right time.

First, Hagan suggests driving up to the quarry, the evening's actually pleasant and relatively warm

"Can't believe you've never seen the quarry, man. It's like the coolest place around Hawkins. You need to check it out."

Alright. So they follow Hagan's plan.

He didn't lie, the view from the top of the cliff is spectacular. Wow. They smoke usual cigarettes, down a couple of cans of beer each, and Tommy of course asks Hargrove if he still has some of the Californian weed left

Billy's feeling generous and hospitable

"Actually, my family aren't home tonight - thank fuck - we could uh .."

"Totally!"

Say no more, brother.

They stop on the way to pick Carol up. Ladies always brighten up the mood, however small the party is.

Hargrove needs a love interest for tonight as well. Unfortunately, Jennifer happens to be out of town, but Billy is in dire need of some kind of a sedative, even if for a short relief, it's not gonna cure the problem, but it'll help deal with the ache. The disease hasn't stopped spreading through his body and mind, it's like the fucking plague. He doesn't say all that to the happy couple of course who are already getting handsy near Tommy's ford, but he makes it clear that they need to come up with some ideas on the subject of Billy not third wheeling tonight.

"Hey, Carol, you know Alison, right? Alison Bell from the 11th grade?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you have her phone number?"

"I don't, but I can call Tina and ask her. I think she might know."

Sounds like a plan.

"What about Jennifer, Billy?"

"She's away from town. We are not dating. So what about her?"

Carol doesn't have anything to object to that, and Tommy's urging her

"Come on, baby, let it be a fun night."

So Carol goes back inside, makes a couple of phonecalls. Alison is on board with the evening program.

After picking the girl up, they all drive to Billy's place.

Make themselves comfortable on the couch and the floor in front of the tv, turn MTV on, lay the coffee table with beer, cigarettes, some snacks and weed

No fucking adults around

Paradise.

The four teenagers smoke their brains out, turning dumb, numb and horny. Billy takes Alison to his room, leaving the other couple in the living room. They kiss and giggle and

Alison sucks him off in his bed, but

Damn it. Not much of a surprise.

Hargrove pictures Harrington doing it. This has become a habit lately - whatever action he gets with a girl - he closes his eyes and imagines Steve in her place.

Fucking make-believe, fucking stupid. Is that even healthy?

Ahhhahah.

This time even his tongue slips, and Hargrove almost gives himself away when he cums

"Fuuuck .. Take it deeper haa .. rr .. Honey .. girl. Ahh fuck."

That was a close one.

***

Next day Billy stops by at school before work. With an agenda.

School's closed.

Well, the door is open, but there are no people around, maybe a couple of teachers' cars parked in the parking lot. Billy comes inside and is greeted by the school janitor, Mr. Willis

"Whatcha doing here boy? Missed school much?"

"Yeah, I uh .. just need to pick up some books from the locker."

Mr. Willis looks at him incredulously

"Knock yourself out."

Billy proceeds to his locker, takes out Harrington's welcome gift from behind a stack of books, stuffs the box into his messenger's bag, heart pounding for some unclear reason.

He drives it around in his car all day and when he gets home after eight

He puts the box on the bed. Goes to the kitchen, rummages around in the fridge. Takes a shower. Comes back to his room, throws the towel on the floor, stands there naked, looking at the box.

He isn't sure what he wants to do with the dildo, but he wants to do something. Billy gets on the bed, opens the box, takes the plastic dick out.

He's hard already.

Billy is sliding his fingers over the dildo. It feels cool to the touch, feels weird and .. arousing. It's not as big as Harrington's dick, maybe seven inches,

King Steve is bigger

The sex toy actually looks as realistic as possible, the skin-like material with a pattern of barely visible veins and a couple of thick ones running up and down

The texture is soft and it even has the plastic ball sack.

God, Billy's leaking like a bitch.

He wraps his deft fingers around himself, holding at the dildo with the other hand, imagining he's touching Steve's cock.

Caressing. Squeezing.

And then sucking it.

Billy brings the dildo closer to his face. He's not gonna take it in, no, what he really wants to suck is the pretty boy's pretty dick

But he sticks his tongue out to fuel his imagination to the point of explosion, licks the ridge of the head and

Moans loudly.

Oh fuck .. oh god.

He must look so stupid, jesus

Hargrove licks it again and again and it still feels cool on his tongue, but Billy knows

Harrington's dick is gonna burn in his mouth.

Volcanic.

Nnnuuugh ..

He doesn't last, shooting cum all over his belly.

Thanks for the gift, King Steve, it sure came in handy.

Billy lies down for a while, eyes shut, listening to his own heartbeat

Christ in heavens, the stuff Harrington makes him do, not even stirring a finger, not even being in the near, in the same town for fuck's sake.

Finally, he gets off the bed, and stuffs the dildo back into the box and into the suitcase in his closet. He'd like to ..

Do so many things. Do so many fun things.

With Harrington.

He misses him. Billy fucking wants to see him at every damn moment.

He wants more. He wants to do so much more

With Steve.

***

The next day is March 29, and guess what date it is?

Yeah, it's Billy's birthday. He officially turns 18. His family are still out of town, so no-one congratulates him or anything, it's a usual day. The sun is out, which can be considered as a present, in a way.

When mom was around, there used to be cake and stuff, but then it stopped being a special day. Susan made a couple of weak attempts to revive the cake tradition but it didn't stick, so

Whatever.

Billy gets up late and searches himself for indications that he, as of today, is an adult, mature and earnest. He finds none of course, it's all bullshit, he's still same old Billy Hargrove. Nothing is gonna change for the time being, the only thing he knows dad's gonna do when he comes back - he's gonna have a serious man-to-man conversation with his son about responsibility and such, and inform him that now he will have to pay his share for food and utilities. Neil has mentioned it before. Billy is fine with that. Fair is fair.

Yesterday he asked Mr. Dailey if he can come to the repair shop only for like four hours in the afternoon. The boss didn't mind.

Billy wants to have his evening free. He has a plan to go to the quarry to smoke and look at the vast mirror of water below.

The place seems to calm him down.

When he gets there, a beautiful purple lightning cracks the sky open - another gift - and the rain comes suddenly, fresh and joyful.

Showers began pouring here on the regular maybe a couple of weeks ago, and they are not those awful icy winter drizzles

Nah, spring rains are cool. It's actual water. Just coming from the sky, can't swim in it, but it's still the element that's especially close to Hargrove.

Right now it is a thunderstorm and it's even better. Billy's like a fish, he straightens his gills in the humid air, and breathes more freely

He's in his car, listening to the sounds of raindrops tapping on the hood and the roof, and thunder rumbling in the distance.

Gonna be hell driving back down the muddy road

But it's worth it

Because here he feels closer to the water but also closer to the sky.

He watches the beauty unfold.

When the thunderstorm begins to subside, Billy turns on the music. He wanted to listen to this very song on this very day

Lines form on my face and hands

Lines form from the ups and downs

I'm in the middle without any plans

I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen

Billy is eighteen, and as soon as he finishes school and gets everything ready

He'll leave.

I'm eighteen

And I don't know what I want

Eighteen

I get confused every day

Billy sure gets confused. The Harrington thing that's been eating at him, changing hues and evolving but never going away

Confuses him. Irritates him. Bothers.

Other than that predicament, Billy knows what he wants

I've gotta get away

I've gotta get out of this place

I'll go runnin' in outer space

I'm eighteen!

And I like it

Oh yeah

Billy stopped caring about his birthdays a while ago. However, this number now feels big, like he's starting a new page.

I'm eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands

Lines form from the ups and downs

I'm a boy and I'm a man

Billy's looking at his palms. They say, everything that's ours is written on the skin of our hands.

The lines are our life story.

That's all fortune telling nonsense, but he's tracing the lifeline on his left hand with his right thumb

Who knows what's gonna come.

Maybe one day l'll feel free and different.

Happy birthday to me.

***

On Saturday afternoon Tommy drops by the repair shop and hands Billy a flyer with spring-like ornaments

"Personal delivery to Mr. Hargrove."

His freckled face breaks into a hearty and mischievous grin.

"I knew you'd be here. So here I am, bringing the news."

Billy scans the piece of paper.

Tina is throwing another party right before the last school term.

It's Easter in the quiet town of Hawkins. Not exactly the type of holiday for a wild boozed up teenage mayhem but why not take it and make it sexier

"All girls are gonna be wearing bunny ears, dude. Oh, and fluffy tails on their butts. Can't miss that, am I right?" Tommy is winking and looking even more adorable.

He's got a valid point.

"So .. you gonna be there, Hargrove?"

***

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Radio Free Skaro #984 - Intellect and Nomance

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hernakedmuse · 2 years ago

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Amberline

Disclaimer: This story is going to be dedicated to a very good friend of mine, why she thinks I'm good enough to let me write a character for her, I dunno.

This a Kyle Scheible x OC, there's definitely smut, adult situations, all high school characters are portrayed by adults. There's mention of eating disorder.

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Part I

Sacramento High School was no longer a public school.

This year it was changed to a charter due to its very low performance.

To be honest, this town is now poor or rich, and I fall into the latter as my mother loves to remind me. It's why I've been babysitting since I was twelve, and why this past summer I was working at a doughnut stand at a fair, and this school year I'll be working at Blockbusters.

College doesn't pay for itself, and mom made it no secret that she wasn't going to donate one red cent, why should she even though my babysitting and doughnut money go toward the nice apartment we live in and toward her payments for her Lexus she can hardly afford.

I don't even have a car, and does she ever drive me to work or school? No, it's my bicycle or a bus.

She's one of those southern women that always drone on about earning things, telling me life ain't easy and I best get a grasp of that early, especially since I'll be joining the rich kids of Sacramento for my senior year.

Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic High School is so graciously funded by Charlene Sixkiller, my dearest mother. She said it'll help me get to a good school. I'm truly grateful, but I feel so pressured, I feel like school and me leaving at eighteen is all we talk about at home.

I don't even know what I want to do.

Like fuck.

I love writing but my mom says that it doesn't pay the bills. It's a big reason why she won't help me with college, because I'm choosing to be an English Major.

Okay so maybe I do know what I want to do with my life.

I write gothic novels, a cross between horror and romance. I'm not very good at it but I love writing, between that and my diary it's the only way I can actually express myself.

It's awkward going to Catholic school and you're not a catholic, mom was brought up southern Baptist, and I hardly know a damn thing about my dad. Although he's probably the same, being from the same area.

I've only been to my mom's hometown of Rocky Mountain, North Carolina five times in my life, and every single time I count the hours for when we return to California.

My dream school is UCLA. It's hard as hell to get into, but going to this school will help. L.A. is far enough from central California where I won't have to deal with my mom again, and besides my dad's there. Maybe I can find him, ask him why I wasn't worth sticking around for.

My alarm clock blared Good Charlotte throughout my room. With a long groan and a painful stretch, I literally threw myself out of bed.

Dragged myself to the bathroom and pulled myself into the shower. I know being goth at a catholic school is going to be a total nightmare, but I was still Gung ho on making a good first impression. I washed my hair twice with the fruity smell of my Garnier shampoo and conditioner. Then massaged my loreal color mask into my waist length black hair before combing it through and clipping it up on top of my head.

My acne is starting to clear up but there's still some stubborn blemishes on my cheek. I washed my face with a morning burst about four times before using the scrub, why did I have to have problematic skin? Between acne, my fat ass and my boobs, I felt like there were twenty signs to point out how much of an ugly freak I am. I still tried though, some days I didn't think I looked bad, but days like today…

I scrubbed my skin with my electric apple lathered loofah until it was red and raw, and then rinsed my hair mask. I turned on the radio and brushed my teeth to the new Red Hot Chilli Peppers song By the Way, my eyes gazed with judgment at my reflection. How shall I fix myself today? I was getting over an eating disorder from last year, this weight is new to me. My doctor said I looked great, but sometimes I see a dancing hippopotamus in fantasia.

I rubbed Ponds onto my face and Bath and body works toasted hazelnut lotion on my skin. I sprayed my Secret powdery deodorant on. Blowing drying my waist length, ebony hair took a half an hour and that was me rushing. I sealed it with my Garnier serum and then did my makeup, far too much black eyeliner just past the point of you have gone too far, and cherry chapstick.

I pulled on my black panties and bra before pulling on the gray pleated school skirt I was forced to wear, I felt like a soldier preparing for war. The white buttoned down shirt was tucked in and I threw on my black zipper hoodie leaving it unzipped. I pulled on black knee high socks and scrunched them down before tying on my doc martens oxfords. I shoved on my many bracelets from a Hot Topic haul and made sure my black, stretchy choker constricted my neck. I brushed my hair down one more time and sprayed on my Victoria's Secret love spell body spray I got for my last birthday. I looked at myself, the kohl making my green eyes pop like I was on something. I wouldn't call myself hideous, just not pretty, not enough.

I wasn't enough for my old friends, when I was found passed out in the girl's bathroom everything changed. Nobody wanted me around, Alyssa and Taylor stopped sitting with me at lunch, and Alyssa started dating my crush Zach. They all acted like we never met.

But I was always the one who brought the least to the group. If I couldn't make it to a Marilyn Manson concert, they still went, but when Alyssa had the flu and couldn't make it to Disneyland, everyone canceled.

I was the one who was everyone's shoulder to cry on, at twelve I taught Taylor how to use pads and take motrin when she got her period, I told Zach he was good at drums, and anytime Alyssa had guy troubles it was me who lost sleep talking to her until 3am on the phone, it was me who bought her Häagen-Dazs and watched her stupid guilty pleasure show with her, Sex and the city, it was me who washed her hair and ran her a bath.

But it was never enough. Who knows, maybe I'm not meant to be happy. It's not in the cards for me I think.

The main reason for starting fresh and going to a new school wasn't just about college. It was so I wouldn't have to see the faces of the people who were supposed to be my best friends in the whole world, and couldn't get off their asses to visit me in the hospital.

I put my headphones and placed my Simple Plan CD into my player and turned it on blast.

Mom already left for work, she wasn't the kind of mother to prepare me a big breakfast for my first day. I grabbed an apple and granola bar and left to go catch the bus, getting catcalled on the way by guys old enough to be my dad.

Getting on that school bus was what you expected, the kids caught a look at the girl with black hair and equally black eyeliner and snicker or get out my way faster than a bat out of hell.

I sat in the very back next to a girl with shoulder length, dirty blonde hair pushed back by a headband that matched her gray school skirt.

She started talking to me, I saw her mouth move but couldn't hear one word. What is wrong with her? Can't she see that I'm wearing headphones? I wanted to ignore her so badly but I could not be rude to save my life. So I tapped the pause button with a black nail and pushed my headphones down before looking at her. "Can I help you?"

She smiled and laughed. "I was just saying you're new, I've never seen you before."

She wanted to bother me for that? I smiled though. "Yes, you're right. How perceptive of you."

The girl just laughed. "I'm Gretchen, I go to Mary's too, what grade are you in?"

"I'm a senior."

"Me too! We're the only seniors on the bus, did you know that?"

Thank you Gretchen for making me feel like such a loser.

The bus ride consisted of Gretchen asking for my entire autobiography. Was she a news reporter or something? All she got out of me was that I went to Sacramento High, which she made a snobby face at, and that I didn't leave behind any friends.

Once we got off of the bus, she didn't leave me alone. She was telling me about everyone who went to our school. I nodded along without paying attention but couldn't find the heart to be mean. I mean she's taking the time to get to know me and be my own personal tour guide.

"Amberline is a really strange name." She said suddenly.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I'll change it when I get the chance."

She laughed and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. "I'll just call you Amber, come on Amber I'll take you to morning mass?"

"Morning mass?"

She nodded. "It's a catholic school of course."

I followed her to the chapel, it was all very beautiful and sacred looking. Pairs and pairs of eyes focused on me though, and I noticed boys filing in, which confused me since this was an all girls school. I asked Gretchen about it.

"The boys school shares certain things with us like the chapel for morning mass." Then Gretchen gasped and whispered loudly to me. "Oh there he is!"

"Who?" I asked with confusion, she was acting hysterical.

"Kyle Scheible!"

Walking in the line of boys to the priest was a boy far too handsome to be in high school, but you could clearly tell he is in fact in high school. Is he the usual ghostly pale and manic panic black haired with piercings type I go for? No, he was so much better than that. Something I thought I'd never say.

I can't believe that I can actually understand Gretchen's state of hysteria, but I do.

He has hooded, sleepy looking dark green eyes, with flecks of Hazel, I saw this as he walked by me. His lashes were poetically long and his nose pronounced beautifully. His lips were drawn in a pout that matched his careless posture of hands buried in the pockets of his khakis, which should have taken away how hot he is but it didn't.

His hair, God his hair needed the attention of my fingers combing through the dark chocolate curls. He wore it longish in a poetic way, his lean physique made him look taller, and he has the sort of neck you just know smells so good.

And because Gretchen isn't that great of a whisperer, he did look over. It was a lazy look over at first, like he was used to these whispers of him, which he probably was. But then his lazily droopy eyes popped open and bit when looking over at us. At me.

Oh no, oh God he was looking over at me? I immediately felt self conscious, what if he notices my breakouts? What if he finds my nose strange or finds me annoying looking? It's a catholic school. What if my look was too Crucible for him? Why did this guy who I don't know, opinion matter so much to me?

He looked at me, he really looked at me– Oh God, he stepped out of line to walk over straight to me. I could barely hear Gretchen's panicking, it was just me and him in this place of worship. Someone whispered how Kyle never approaches anyone.

He then stood over me, my eyes widened a bit and a hardly there smirk painted his pursed lips. His dead eyes swept over me, and in a lazy voice he asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

I don't know why I said it, I've never touched cigarettes in my life and I've only had one beer when I decided alcohol wasn't for me. But for this mystery boy, I thoughtlessly said yes.

"I mean no, I lied, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." I said breathlessly. Why was I out of breath?"

Kyle just…smiled at me, it looked foreign on his lips like he wasn't used to it. "What's your name?" His voice was musically calm.

I opened my mouth to answer but I was up next to bite the wafer and sip the wine. I didn't hear from Kyle for the rest of the day.

@meetmyothersouls

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Dr. Clayborne Carson (born June 15, 1944) is an academic who is a professor of history at Stanford University. He has directed the Martin Luther King Papers Project, a long-term project to edit and publish the papers of Martin Luther King Jr.

He was born in Buffalo; the son of Clayborne and Louise Carson. He attended the University of New Mexico. He met Stokely Carmichael. Carmichael convinced him to attend the March on Washington For Jobs and Freedom as a member of SNCC.

He transferred to UCLA became more active and continued with SNCC. He changed his field of study from Computer Programming to American History. He earned his BA, MA, and Ph.D. He was involved with anti-Vietnam War protests.

He has taught and lectured in Britain, France, China, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, and throughout the US. He teaches and lectures about Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, SNCC, the Black Panther Party, and other subjects related to the Black struggle and civil rights. He has been a frequent guest on Pacifica Radio station KPFA and has appeared on programs like Fresh Air, the Tavis Smiley Show, the Charlie Rose Show, Good Morning America, and the CBS Evening News. He is a member of the global council of the California International Law Center at the UC Davis School of Law. He is a member of several professional organizations including the American Historical Association, the Organization of American Historians, the Social Science History Association, the Association for the Study of Afro-American Life and History, and the Southern Historical Association.

He has written several books and articles and has made contributions to many more as well as documentaries and interviews. His first book In Struggle: and the Black Awakening of the 1960s was awarded the Fredrick Jackson Turner Award. He was the Historical Adviser for the film Freedom on My Mind, which was nominated for an Oscar.

He was nominated by President Biden to serve as a member of the newly formed Civil Rights Cold Case Records Review Board.

He married Susan Ann Beyer (1967). She was the managing editor of the King Papers Project. They have a daughter and a son. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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I really want to eat a frozen lemonade but it has to be $8 in the sweltering heat at the festival of books in UCLA and also 2006 and also I'm pulling my big radio flyer wagon stacked high with my new books and also I'm meeting rl stine for the first time so I feel a little scared

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For me, this is when "the '60s" started.

October 23, 2023

Since we roomed together as freshmen in college almost 60 years ago, my buddy Eric and I have shared numerous letters and e-mails. Over the last few years we have compared personal insights into our early years at MSU. Recently he caused me to reflect on the subject of "when everything changed" on campus. I thought you might enjoy my reply to him. Here is my communication, edited slightly for the blogosphere:

Eric, My Boy...

Two years ago you asked me what kind of thought process brought me to Abbot Hall as a freshman in 1965. Then, a couple weeks ago, you e-mailed a reference to what life was like on campus during that first year at MSU. It struck a chord, inspiring me to reminisce about the zeitgeist of those times. So buckle up as I unload. Some of this stuff you've heard before. Some of it you may not be aware of:

A month prior to the move from my East Dearborn neighborhood to East Lansing, some of my closest friends--Tony, Garry, Larry and Vince--had already begun their freshman years in late August at Western Michigan and U-M, schools that were on the trimester system. Other close friends--Joe, Butch, Keller, Bernie, the "Bear," etc.--probably hadn't thought seriously about what they would do after high school. Within a year they were all either drafted into the service, enlisted, or joined the reserves due to the escalation of the War in Vietnam.

MSU was on the quarter system back then. I would be moving into Abbott Hall at the end of September--on my own, without anyone from my considerable childhood "support group." For the first time since going to camp, I was beginning to feel--pick an adjective--apprehensive, anxious, lonely.

For some strange reason, three images stand out for me from those last 30 days that I was home: 1) shopping with my Mom for "school clothes," including Italian "swirl" shoes and a brown corduroy-and-suede winter jacket at the downtown Hudson's store; 2) reading a story in the Detroit News--while sitting on a milk crate, in the doorway of my Dad's marble shop--about a 13-3 MSU football victory in the season opener against UCLA; and 3) sitting in my Dad's '63 Pontiac Bonneville, feeling melancholy as I listened to Johnathon King's "Everyone's Gone To The Moon" on the radio while he ran into Allo Bar at 35th and Horatio in Detroit for a "fast one" after work.

During the run-up to the start of school, I kept thinking about how I would soon be entering an unknown world. It was heady stuff for the first kid in the Bokuniewicz family to attend college.

Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, my parents drove me to East Lansing, helped me move my stuff into the dorm, and said goodbye. I didn't kiss my mother. I'm not sure I even hugged her, as my family just didn't do that sort of thing. My folks would never again set foot on the MSU campus.

I met my two roommates at 271 Abbot Hall that day--a couple of guys from "the thumb" of Michigan. One with a vaguely moppish head of hair, wearing jeans, penny loafers and "no socks" (that would be you); the other a pimply-faced son of a big-time sugar beet farmer who told me he was an "egg major." (Turns out he actually said "ag major." Who knew?)

Usually wearing tight pants and my Italian swirls during those first few weeks--and with a jar of Dixie Peach Pomade on my dresser, plainly visible to all who entered our room--it took only a few days for me to realize that in the eyes of the guys in the House of Abode, I had been judged as someone "different."

A couple guys, I would eventually learn, thought that I was possibly a member of a gang. I was being perceived by some as that "streetwise kid from Detroit."

I began thinking, What don't these people get about me? And what is it about them? When they dressed for Sunday dinner (as we were required to do in the dorm in those days), they wore herringbone sport coats, rep ties and wing tips. I wore a sharkskin suit and "thick-on-thin" socks. They liked tunes such as "Little Honda" by the Hondells, which I thought was kinda weird. As a matter of fact, I was amazed by the proliferation of Hondas (especially Honda Hawks) all over the MSU campus.

In my neighborhood, guys rode big-ass Triumph, BSA and Norton motorcycles. We listened to the Temptations, Four Tops and obscure groups on black radio stations. Where I came from, most popcorn-machine-riding, bubble-gum-music-listening types would be derided as "cake eaters."

So that's the backdrop to the period you succinctly described in a dozen words: "The times, they weren't a-changin' yet, but a change was gonna come."

And "Whoa, Nellie," did things ever change.

During that first quarter at MSU, I recall sitting in my seat at the Nat Sci building one morning, reading the State News before class started, about Mario Savio and the Free Speech Movement at Berkeley. It seemed that people all over campus were talking about it. Also, I was aware that something called the Gulf of Tonkin incident had occurred the previous year, but now I was beginning to hear about a troop build-up in South Vietnam.

The change that was gonna come--at least in East Lansing--seemed to begin with the Ramparts magazine article a few months later (April of '66) about MSU's clandestine involvement with the CIA and South Vietnamese government. I remember well the four-color illustration of a large-breasted, Vietnamese-looking MSU cheerleader--Michigan State pennant in hand--on the cover.

Next thing I knew, shit was hitting the fan.

That story marked the beginning of things radical and revolutionary on campus. I soon found myself reading more than just the sports section every day and listening to political debates among students in the grill. Sophomore year I started attending speeches in protest of the war at Fairchild Theater; and about "black power" and the class struggle, as espoused by the Black Panther Party; and about revelations concerning ground bits of bone and mouse ears that could be found in hot dogs, according to consumer advocate Ralph Nader.

After the Ramparts story, it seemed as though students were railing everywhere against the Vietnam War--in the State News, at gatherings in kivas, and at sites on campus such as the old administration building and Beaumont Tower.

Initially, I was bewildered by it all. My Dad and uncles were World War II veterans. I had never heard them criticize the concept of war. How could our country not be right about what it was doing in Southeast Asia, I thought?

I can't pinpoint the exact moment that I came to understand that the War in Vietnam was "all wrong," but by the time you and I moved into 276 Abbot Hall (or was it 275?) in the fall of '66, changes of all kinds were indeed on. Some examples:

Long Hair. The style on campus was transitioning from Brian Wilson-like to Mick Jagger-like. (By Thanksgiving I was parting my hair rather than combing it back ala Bobby Rydell.) Guys began wearing "fatigue jackets" and girls were getting into the "peasant look." (Thanks to your influence, I ditched my typical footwear for a pair of Bass Weejuns in the fall and a pair of Bates Floaters to plow through the snow winter term. These were the first mini steps in a change of personal identity for me.) Along with the changes in hair styles and clothing on campus we began hearing terms like "hippies, radicals and freaks."

The Music. By September of '66, the Beatles had released at least a half dozen albums. Same for the Rolling Stones. The next thing I knew, you went from being a Chad and Jeremy fan to a devotee of the Mothers of Invention, as well as Captain Beefhart. Big-time change. I hung in there as the maven of Motown in the House of Abode which, of course, underwent a name change to the House of Abortion.

The Sexual Revolution. I recall walking alone to the auditorium across from Bessie Hall to hear someone--I have no idea who--give a speech about the sexual revolution. I recall sitting in my seat when the speaker on stage exhorted everyone to turn and look into the eyes of the person next to us, and, on the count of three, to yell "pussy"--ostensibly to help us get over our inhibitions. I thought to myself, Lenny, we're not at St. Al's any more.

The Generation Gap. I think it was Jack Weinberg of the Free Speech Movement who said, "Don't trust anyone over 30." I recall you concluding, "When I turn 30 I won't be able to trust myself anymore." And every time I would go home and see my next door neighbor, Mr. Phillips, some of my uncles and, eventually, work associates from the Greatest Generation, we would engage in a lively debate about "the war." I think of that time as the beginning of the first "great divide."

Politics. Now I was really paying attention to the national dissent over Vietnam. In fact, practically every student on campus was paying attention. I started subscribing to Newsweek and would do so for the next 40 years, in order to stay apprised of the great issues of the day. I even took an elective class called Great Issues, as well as a political science class called The Isms (socialism, Marxism, Leninism, Communism, Fascism). By junior year I was watching the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite practically every night. I couldn't wait to hear the insightful commentary of Eric Sevareid at the conclusion of each show.

The Civil Rights Movement. As a child, I had been aware of "colored" kids being escorted into an all-white school in the South during the Eisenhauer administration. But it was Martin Luther King who epitomized "the movement" in the early-to-mid '60s with his non-violent approach to civil disobedience. Then came the Detroit riot during the "long, hot summer of 1967." "The times they were a-changin'."

Drugs. I'm not even sure that I had heard about pot or LSD in high school. But during that first term at MSU there was all kinds of coverage in the student newspaper, Playboy magazine and other media about Dr. Timothy Leary and his experiments with LSD. He was exhorting everyone to "Tune in, turn on, drop out." Or was it "Turn on, tune in, drop out"? Anyway, by the time we graduated, it was the rare college kid who had not at least tried smoking reefer. Beyond that I did dexedrine a few times to stay up all night to cram for final exams, but I never did a psychedelic trip on acid.

Many times I have said that society changed more from 1965 to 1970--socially, politically, racially, musically, culturally, sexually, etc.--than during any other five-year period in my lifetime. And, while it was happening, our football jones was being satisfied by Duffy Daugherty, Bubba, and his All-American buddies, leading up to the first "game of the century," the 10-10 tie with Notre Dame in the last game of the '66 season, and a share of consecutive national football championships our first two years in school.

Oh, how the world turned in the '60s. For my money, it was the best time in history to be a student at MSU

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Day 2–Where are you Christmas? (25 Days of Ficmas)

A/N: Kind of bad lol!

Summary: Reader and Shawn meet at a movie theater on Christmas Eve!

Warnings: Swear Words

Y/N shivered as she made the short walk from her Uber to the movie theater doors. She placed her hands in her armpits and walked slowly so she didn’t fall on the ice. It was snowing outside, fitting for the people that wanted a white Christmas. Y/N didn’t necessarily care for that. And don’t get me wrong, she loved Christmas, but she grew up in LA where it never snowed, so this was a new thing to her.

She noticed that there were only a few other cars in the parking lot. It made perfect sense though. It was Christmas Eve after all.

She finally reached the sliding glass store and was greeted by the smell of popcorn and a few decorated Christmas trees throughout the lobby. Nobody was in the lobby besides her and the workers.

She walked over to the counter and sighed softly to herself. “Hi. Can I buy a ticket for ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas?’”Y/N loved that movie and was excited to hear that the theater was replaying it for Christmas.

The worker—an older man who had to have been in his early 70’s smiled softly at her. “Of course, dearie. Let me ring you up for that. So, you don’t have any Christmas plans?”

Y/N chuckled softly. “Nope. Just spending some quality time with myself. What about you?”

“I took the day off tomorrow to spend time with my grandchildren and my wife.” He handed her the ticket.

“Could I also get a medium popcorn please with a medium fountain drink?”

He nodded his head, typing it into the register. “You haven’t got a boyfriend or anyone that you’re spending tomorrow with? I’m sure a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend.”

She shook her head. He gave off a grandfatherly vibe and she didn’t mind talking to him. He passed her the popcorn and the drink.

“Well, merry Christmas!”

“You too!”

She walked away from the nice man and to the ticket collector. He took her ticket, ripped in half, and passed it back to her. She followed the directions he gave her to get to the correct theater and she found a city in the middle. She looked around and saw that she was the only one in there.

The movie was set to start at 7:00 and it was already 7:30. The commercials were almost over and if there were other people coming to see this movie, they either really didn’t mind being late or they weren’t coming at all.

As the opening scene started, she heard someone coming up the stairs. She glanced over at them and saw that they had sat two chairs away. He was handsome or at least from what she could see in the dark. His side profile was made of sharp lines, and he had a tuft of curly hair.

She quickly looked back to the screen before he caught her staring at him. She saw him look over at her from her peripheral and then glance back at the movie. About a quarter of the way through the movie, when Cindy Lou Who was in the Grinch’s layer, she heard him get up from her seat and move to the one right next to hers.

“Hey, my name’s Shawn. Have you seen this movie before?”

Y/N peeked a glance at him, and holy hell was even more attractive up close. And…wait a minute. This wasn’t just any attractive man, this was Shawn freaking Mendes! Y/N wasn’t a huge fan of his, but she had heard his songs on the radio.

“Um yea. I’ve seen it lots of times. It’s what me and my dad used to watch every Christmas Eve.”

“Hmm.” There was a pause from him for a minute. “Is it too nosy of me to ask where he is?” He had concern written on his gorgeous face and it made Y/N’s heart stammer.

“He’s in LA.”

“Ah, I see. Do you see him often?”

“Yea. I live in LA, so I see him quite a few times a month. I’m just here for Christmas.”

“Nice. What part of LA do you live in?”

“I live over by Westwood. I’m a student at UCLA so it’s nice to be close to that.”

“Ok, cool. I have a house that’s over by there.” Shawn nodded his head and smiled at her. Her heart fluttered again.

“So, what brings you to Toronto?”

“Umm, well this is super embarrassing. I was actually coming here to surprise my boyfriend. His family lives here and he was spending Christmas with them. But when I tracked down his hotel and everything, I walked into the room to see him cheating on me. And umm, my flight doesn’t leave here until New Year’s Day, so I’m trapped.” She laughed in a painful way and Shawn felt sorry for the girl.

“I…I didn’t mean to bring up such a sensitive topic. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. Seriously. He was a douche anyways,” There was a lull in their conversation. “So, what brings you here?”

“Umm, family. Like I said, I live in LA, but my family lives in Pickering. I have a condo in Toronto that I’m staying at right now.”

“Well, that’s nice. I wish I was spending Christmas with my family.”

“Yea. I mean it’s definitely nice to be by them, but I’m not sure they even want to see me tomorrow. We kind of got into a fight because I hardly ever come home to visit. I’m not sure if they’re still expecting me or not.”

“Oh. That’s not good. But I mean it makes sense. What with you going on tour all the time.”

Shawn chuckled. “So, you do recognize me. I couldn’t tell. I thought you might’ve when I first walked in because you sort of stared at me.”

“Y/N felt her cheeks flooding with blush. “Yea. I like your music. It’s got a good vibe to it.”

“Thank you! It’s always nice to get a compliment from a beautiful girl.” Y/N ducked her head down and turned her face away. “I guess we’re both in crappy situations then.” He sighed out of his nose.

“Yea.”

They both turned their attention back to the screen as Cindy Lou Who song her song about searching for the Christmas spirit. They kept sharing glances and smiling at each other. After a few seconds of this, Y/N felt something soft hit her face. She turned to Shawn who was smiling cheekily at the screen and eating his popcorn.

Y/N picked a piece of popcorn out of her own bowl and tossed it at Shawn.

Shawn turned to Y/N with a mock offended voice and put his hand over his heart. “How dare you?! What was that for?!”

Y/N giggled. “I know what you did Mendes. Just because you are famous doesn’t mean you can get out of it.” She threw another piece at him.

“Oh, it is on Y/N.” He picked up a handful of popcorn and tossed it into her hair.

“Shawn?! I just washed my hair today and now there is going to be butter and salt in it.”

“Serves you right for throwing two pieces at me.”

Y/N picked up her half full bucket of popcorn and dumped it onto Shawn’s head. She started to make a run for it and Shawn grabbed her around the waist, turned her around and, poured his popcorn onto her head.

They both sat their giggling and laughing as they stared into each other’s eyes. There was a pause before Y/N cleared her throat and said, “We should probably go before they find out we made this mess.”

Shawn nodded and followed Y/N as they went through the emergency exit. “Where are you parked?” Shawn asked.

“Oh, I took an Uber here.”

“That’s fine. I was actually hoping you would want to grab ice cream with me anyways?” He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and she couldn’t resist saying no.

“Sure, but maybe we should go for hot chocolate. It’s freezing out here.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

*****

“And then Brian had milk spilling out of his nose. It was so disgusting, but honestly the funniest thing ever.” Y/N smiled as she listened to Shawn tell stories about his tour.

“That’s hilarious.” Y/N got up to throw away her hot chocolate cup and pulled out her phone. She needed to search for a nearby hotel to stay the night at.

“You ready to go?” Shawn stood from his seat and started walking to the McDonald’s exit. He held the door open for her and they ran to his car to get out of the cold. “So, Miss L/N, to which hotel am I taking you to.”

Y/N laughed nervously. “Do you have any recommendations? I haven’t really thought about booking a different hotel than my ex until now.”

“Don’t worry about it. You can just spend the night at my place, it’s not a big deal.”

“No, Shawn. I’m not letting you do that.”

“You really don’t have a choice since I am driving this car. Now buckle up.” Y/N set her backpack that was carrying all her travelling stuff on the floor and buckled her seat belt.

The drive to his condo was short and they small talked, trying to get to know one another. Once they got inside his condo, Y/N retreated to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed while Shawn put out pillows and sheets for himself to sleep on the couch.

When Y/N walked out of the bathroom she made a beeline for the couch, but Shawn stood in front of her. And he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweats. “You’re sleeping in my room, not on the couch.”

“Well, you’re doing a kind thing for me. Plus, isn’t it weird that you just met me today and now you’re allowing me to sleep in your bed.”

“Yea, if you were some random girl I picked up off the street. But I feel like I know you pretty well now that we’ve spent a whole night together. I don’t know, I feel some sort of connection to you. Is that weird?”

“Is it weird if I tell you I feel the same thing. Like we were supposed to meet tonight.”

“Exactly! I don’t know.”

“Well, I still feel like I can’t let you sleep on the couch. You have been way too generous to me already.”

“There’s only one way to solve this problem. We either both sleep in the bed or we both sleep on the couch. So, you go ahead and choose. That is if you feel comfortable enough to share with me.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Y/N laughed nervously. This attractive famous guy had just offered to share a bed with her, and he was nervous about her response! “Umm probably the bed.”

“Ok, let’s go then. I have a TV in there and we can watch a Christmas show or something. Maybe a Hallmark. Do you like Hallmarks? Aaliyah, my sister, loves them.”

“Yea, Hallmark sounds good. That is if you’re up to it.”

Shawn nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her past the grand piano and into his room. “Sorry. It’s a little messy, but yea.” He seemed embarrassed of the slight mess of clothes on the floor as he shoved some of them under the bed with his foot.

“It’s fine. My room can look worse than this if I get too stressed out.”

Shawn grabbed the TV remote as Y/N awkwardly sat down on his bed. Her feet hung over the side as she watched Shawn channel surf until he got to Hallmark.

“You can get in the bed you know,” he whispered to her as he slid under the covers, prompting her to do the same. They didn’t touch. In fact, Y/N scooted to the furthest edge of the bed.

They lay there for a few minutes before Shawn finally spoke up. “Ok, quit being awkward. It’s not like we’re strangers. I know more about you than like half the people in my life. In fact, I’ve had some of the deepest conversations I’ve ever had with anyone tonight. So, unless you really don’t want me to, I want to cuddle with the beautiful girl next to me.”

Y/N tucked her lips into her mouth as she tried to hide her smile. There was no way that Shawn Mendes wanted to cuddle with her!

He slowly inched closer to her and turned sideways to wrap her up in his warm arms. “If you’re uncomfortable tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No, this is great. I…I think I’m just in shock. I never thought a guy like you would want to even talk to a girl like me.”

“I know how I can be perceived through the media, but if you’ll let me, I want to show you that I’m not what the paps make me out to be.”

“No, no. It’s not that I thought you weren’t a good person. You’re too perfect for me.”

Shawn chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Sorry. I don’t mean to laugh at you. But literally the moment I set eyes on you in that theater, I thought you were the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. And getting to know you has made me like you even more than I did. I hope I’m not scaring you off with all these feelings.”

“You’re not. I know I just broke up with my boyfriend today, but that seems like so long ago. So, thank you for helping me forget and for helping me turn the worst Christmas Eve into a better one.”

*****

The morning sun awoke the two. Y/N’s head lay on top of Shawn’s bare chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist. “Morning,” he whispered in his raspy voice. She heard his stomach growl and they both laughed. “Guess we need to get some food.” He sighed. “You know, my mom always makes this monkey bread on for breakfast, but I’m not getting any of that this year.”

Y/N felt bad about Shawn’s strained relationship with his parents, so she decided to speak up. “You don’t have to miss out. You should go over there and fix it. Christmas spirit and everything. Remember Cindy Lou Who’s song? Where are you Christmas? Well, you can find Christmas by making up with your family.”

Shawn breathed in. “Why do you have to be right about this. You’re coming with me though. I’m not leaving you alone on Christmas day. Or ever if I can have anything to do with it.” He rubbed his nose against hers and gently kissed the tip of it.

The two of them quickly got ready and were out the door on their way to Shawn’s childhood home in a split second.

Shawn tentatively knocked on the door. When his mother answered, her face went from shock to pure joy. She pulled her son into a hug and started to apologize for their fight. “No, no. You don’t need to apologize. You’re right, I’m hardly ever home. And trying to get out of coming home for Christmas was to make you mad. I just wanted to have the upper hand in the fight. But Christmas should be about forgiveness and love. So, I’m going to try harder to make it home more often.” Karen had soft tears pooling in her eyes as she pulled Shawn into another hug.

She gasped as she pulled away, catching sight of Y/N. “Shawn! You didn’t tell me you met a girl!”

Shawn chuckled. “Yea. She’s my…friend.” He scrunched his eyebrows up and looked towards Y/N for confirmation.

“We’re not sure what we are. But friends is a good label for now.”

Shawn nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the house. “Well, whatever you two are, we welcome you…” she paused for her name which Shawn quickly told her, “Y/N. What a beautiful name and you look like such a lovely girl.”

After breakfast was served and Manny, Aaliyah, and Y/N had sat down to play a game of Monopoly, Karen called Shawn into the kitchen to ‘help’ her grab something.

“That girl out there, is a keeper. You better not let her slip through your fingers. I know this sounds weird, and I’m not sure how long you guys have known each other, but she is special. She could be the one.”

Shawn felt himself blushing. “We just met last night. But we both think that there’s definitely something more between the two of us. I think you might be right. You know, she was the one who convinced me to come here this morning. Otherwise I would’ve been my stubborn self and spent today alone.”

“Well, you better kiss that girl by the end of the day. And I see a wedding on the horizon. And maybe grandkids in the next two to three years?”

Shawn shooed his mom off with his hand but couldn’t resist smiling. “We’ll see mom, we’ll see.

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azaleayoung-blog · 19 days ago

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Is Creativity Dying In Hollywood? Canadians Share Their Takes

A look into originality in the film industry and the growing presence of remakes and adaptations.

In a world becoming increasingly dominated by AI technology that can produce virtually anything from movie scripts to artwork, originality is growing rarer. In one of the latest TikTok trends, people are asking AI to create artwork for them, but ‘make it more,’ and in other experiments, the technology is generating entire movie outlines. The concept of originality is directly connected to the creative industries, and we rely on them for a lot of the content we consume. In particular, the film industry has been fighting a battle for creativity as the Writers Guild of America (WGA) reached a deal for better working conditions, higher pay and protection from the usage of AI on scripts. The protection from AI is essential, as screenwriters do their best to develop original ideas and material—but how original are some of these ideas?

Hollywood is no stranger to the occasional remake or adaptation of a particularly beloved film, but lately, they have been on the rise. According to a report from Radio Times, there has been an increase in the number of sequels and remakes created since 1993, with a 700 per cent increase over the past 25 years. This indicates that there has been more of a reliance on content that audiences are familiar with—whether that is material adapted from books, comics, or even older movies that have been rebooted.

John Tarver, a film professor at Toronto Metropolitan University (TMU), argues that these stories we are so familiar with are relatively all the same at their roots.

“I think a strong case can be made that there is no such thing as an original story idea,” he said during a phone call. “There’s so many things that influence the stories that we want to see, and that filmmakers tell.”

Aisling Chin-Yee, a Canadian producer, writer and director echoes this statement. “There are always original ideas, and there are no original ideas,” she laughs over the phone. For her, originality is important because of the unique and diverse stories that can be inspired by it. “We need to keep reflecting the society and culture of this time. The world we’re living in now is not the same as the world was 15 years ago.”

Being able to retell a familiar story that has an original concept and storyline is what stories like Robyn Hood do. The Canadian show’s premise is based on the old English legend of Robin Hood, an outlaw who steals from the rich to give to the poor. In the TV show, Robyn is a Black woman who, along with her hip-hop band, The Hood, goes up against the property developer trying to tear down the apartment Robyn and her community live in. While certain story elements will be familiar to viewers, and the storyline is the same as the legend at its roots, the TV show presents this story with a new perspective. Arguments can be made that this is what true originality is.

“Worrying about originality is not really helpful,” said Brett Caron, a Canadian screenwriter, during a phone interview. “You just want to focus on telling a good story.”

Stories that come from perspectives other than the highly popularized white, Western idea of filmmaking are slowly but surely climbing their way into what our society views as the standard for films and TV shows. For example, the UCLA Hollywood Diversity Report shows that 64 per cent of films released on streaming services had casts that were made up of 30 per cent minority actors, but only 57 per cent of films released in theatres showed this same diversity. It is a small step for Hollywood in terms of embracing diversity, but a step that solidifies a place for marginalized voices and unique stories.

Robyn Hood shines a light on the experiences of minorities, and how they are forced to live in a world that, at times, doesn’t seem to want them there. In the show, the residents living in Robyn’s apartment building are seen as obstacles for the property developer to remove, instead of actual human beings. This is different from other remakes or adaptations of Robin Hood, as it shows its audience a systemic problem that minorities have been facing for decades. The best thing about stories like Robyn Hood is that they bring awareness to these issues within our society while presenting them in a way that makes it easy for audiences to understand the message producers and directors are trying to convey.

Bea Santos, a Canadian filmmaker and actress, says that the same types of people have been telling the same types of stories for so long, which is why diverse perspectives must get to share their own stories.

“I think if different voices are given opportunities, we’re going to get out of this rhythm of making the same story over and over again,” she said during a phone interview.

When remakes are done in the way Robyn Hood was, it creates a significant story while also providing the audience with a new perspective. This can be said about many remakes or adaptations, especially when these new perspectives highlight minorities. Excellent examples of these are films like the 2023 adaptation of The Little Mermaid, which recasts a Black woman as Ariel. This was the first time a live-action Disney princess had undergone a race swap, and while some people were not happy with the change, the movie did relatively well, giving young Black girls a princess they could identify with.

The 2018 adaptation of Crazy Rich Asians, which was adapted from a novel focusing on Chinese Americans, was part of the first major representation for the Asian community. Never before had a rom-com focused entirely on an Asian and Asian-American cast, and the film later became the highest-grossing rom-com of the 2010s. By producing remakes and adaptations like these, audiences can recognize beloved original stories presented in new and distinctive ways.

Chin-Yee says that new filmmakers can reinterpret and reclaim stories that have been told from one predominant view and perspective. This allows us to re-contextualize stories.

The connection between what is a “good” film and what is original isn’t so black and white. Some original stories aren’t the best but some remakes are. What makes one better than the other isn’t whether one is original, but whether it tells a story that resonates with audiences and brings to light a new perspective.

“There are so many remakes of cult classics that probably did better at the box office than the original did because (the originals) weren’t nearly as satisfying,” said Caron. “2018’s Suspiria is, in my opinion, much better than the original.”

Certain story tropes and themes can be told again and again, but what matters is how the story is told, and the depth that is added to a story the audience is already familiar with. One thing that can be agreed upon is that the content of the story and the message the audience remembers is what has always been the most important, regardless of whether or not the story is a remake or adaptation.

“It’s not so much that originality itself is important, it’s that changing the paradigm to get originality (is),” said Santos. “If the goal is to be original you don’t have to start with that, you can start with giving other people chances, and things will become original.”

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A-T-4 152 David Storrs & Chris "The Glove" Taylor featuring Ice-T

I've learned more about David Storrs. After graduating from UCLA Storrs (as David Stores) shows up as a dancer in Toni Basil's Word Of Mouth video, this is the video that kickstarts her pop career and you can see the video here. Basil had been a dancer and choreographer in Hollywood since the 1960s she was also a founding member of the street dance group The Lockers

Most of the tracks in this post will be from the films Breakin' and Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (Breakdance in Europe). Shabba-Doo who plays Ozone in these films was also a member of The Lockers. Toni Basil's Word Of Mouth video leads to two specials being made for the BBC, Toni Basil Tape 1 and Toni Basil Tape 2, Shabba-Doo is in both of these specials

In early 1980s in the MacArthur Park area of LA was a place punk rock bands rehearsed but on Fridays between 11pm and 5am it became a club called Radio. This was a fashionable hotspot that attracted celebrities like Madonna, Prince, Michael Jackson, Chaka Khan, and Toni Basil. Being on the scene David Storrs visited Radio Club and it was here where he met DJ Pebo who worked for JDC Records. DJ Pebo introduced Storrs to the Radio Crew. Radio Crew was an impromptu name for the DJ's and MC's who performed at Radio Club. The name came about in 1983 when director Topper Carew produced a documentary about the Radio Club called Breakin' 'n' Enterin'. The Radio Crew were Egyptian Lover, Chris "The Glove" Taylor, Ice T, and Radio Club owner Super AJ (Alex Jordanov). A rare as hens teeth five track Radio Crew EP was pressed up for the Breakin' And Enterin' documentary crew

One of the featured b boys in Breakin' And Enterin' is (the other guy credited with teaching Michael Jackson the backslide) Boogaloo Shrimp. He was a well respected b boy at Radio Club and would be cast as Turbo in the films Breakin' and Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo

David Storrs and DJ Pebo formed a record label called ElectroBeat and promptly signed The Glove, Ice T, and another Radio Club MC 14-year-old Kid Frost. Rough Cut by Kid Frost would be first release for ElectroBeat

David Storrs seems to be a bit of a polymath. As well as dancing with Toni Basil he had a BSc in Electrical Engineering and was in-house composer, producer, and musician at Valley of the Sun Publishing (see Sunday's post). Storrs released New Age music for Valley Of The Sun as a solo artist and as part of the group Upper Astral. Kid Frost gave Storrs the name "The Alien Wizard" for all the creative and unique tracks that he laid. In 1985 Kid Frost and David Storrs would release Terminator, a track that was popular in the UK thanks to its inclusion on Street Sounds Electro 9, this being my era I can still recite all the words to this track

The Glove was a scratch DJ but on Kid Frost's Rough Cut they use World Class Wreckin Crew DJ and future member of NWA, Yella. ElectroBeat's second released was Ice-T's double A-side Killers/Body Rock. Ice-T's name for David Storrs was "Davey PHD". It wasn't until ElectroBeat's third release that David Storrs would collaborate with The Glove, the result is the remarkable Itchiban [not Ichiban] Scratch

The studio engineer Victor Flores also worked on Itchiban Scratch, Flores had worked with The Glove earlier producing megamixes like the ones I shared here

I've also shared Itchiban Scratch but as this is David Storrs and Chris "The Glove" Taylor's first release together here's an extract from the long b-side

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Chris “The Glove” Taylor & Dave Storrs with Karlos Z and Victor Flores - Itchiban's Bonus Beats (extract) everybody loves a 303

DJ Pebo and David Storrs timing couldn't have been better. After watching Breakin' 'n' Enterin' a representative of Cannon Films turned up at Radio Club with an offer to film a low-budget movie there. Carmelo Alvarez who had been given the building accepted. Working in David Storrs' garage studio The Glove and Storrs produced an instrumental called Reckless which they submitted to be used in the film. Ice T and the Glove were given parts in the movie, essentially playing themselves. Ice T added a vocal to Reckless (and apparently this inspires Eminem to take up rapping). The film was Breakin' and it was the surprise hit of the summer. Storrs, The Glove, and Ice T also contribute a second track to the film, Tibetan Jam which is used in the famous first battle scene

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Here's the instrumental (don't worry I'll get to Reckless)

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor & David Storrs feat. Ice T - Tibetan Jam

You may have noticed that the graffiti behind Ice T and The Glove in the above film clip reads Radio♥︎Tron. The writer Craze originally sprayed up Radio Club but Super AJ protested. The word "Club" got buffed and replaced with "Tron" (probably because of the movie Tron). The name stuck and between 1983 until it closed in 1986 Radio Club became the legendary RadioTron, a cultural mecca for West Coast breakers and grafitti artists

Tibetan Jam isn't included on the Breakin' soundtrack album but it does appear as the b-side of the single version of Reckless released by major label Polydor

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor & David Storrs feat. Ice T - Reckless

Reckless is a well respected track and it gave the soundtrack to Breakin' some authenticity. The Breakin' OST is at all bad

Chaka Khan contributed her and Rufus's 1983 hit Aint Nobody to the Breakin' OST. When it came to the video for her next single I Feel For You in the Autumn of 1984 a set was built to look like RadioTron. The Glove was cast again as the DJ. Breakin' stars Shabba-Doo and Boogaloo Shrimp were featured dancers along side other RadioTron regulars Bruno "Pop N Taco" Falcon and Ana "Lollipop" Sánchez - both of whom appear in Breakin'

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor & David Storrs feat. Ice T - Reckless (Instrumental)

Capitalising on the box office success of Breakin' and the time sensitive popularity of breakin' (which would fall out of fashion in the US but as with turntablism and graffiti would be kept growing in Europe then make its way back to the US in the late 1990s) Cannon Pictures quickly put out Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo by the end of 1984. This might seem an incredible feat if you don't know Cannon Pictures

Chris "The Glove" Taylor and Ice T reprise their roles in the second film. Although Chris "The Glove" Taylor, David Storrs, and Ice T don't appear on the Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo soundtrack album their tracks are used in the film in key scenes. The first is a new version of Reckless with different words known as "Reckless Rivalry Combat" or simply "Combat"

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor & David Storrs feat. Ice T - Reckless Rivalry Combat

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor & David Storrs feat. Ice T - Party People (Go Off) then there's this "Party People (Go Off)" from the RadioTron club scene

David Storrs also released the single "Dancing On The Planet" in 1984 but it's a bit meh. He would continue with ElectroBeat for another year and then move into soundtracks (including one opposite Chaz Jankel). Whilst doing this Storrs would continue to make New Age music. His contribution to West Coast electro and hip hop is sadly forgotten

Chris "The Glove" Taylor now goes by the name Glove. He would become a producer and engineer for Death Row and Aftermath Records. His own group Po' Broke & Lonely were signed to Eazy-E's Ruthless Records. He's rightly considered a West Coast hip hop pioneer

#1984 #david storrs #the glove #chris taylor #ice t #techno hop #hip hop #electro #LA #usa #80s music

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biblenewsprophecy · 6 months ago

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Most NYU arrested protesters were not students–could the Biden Administration Gaza plan cause terrorism within the USA?

@bible-news-prophecy-radio

Although the media has mainly pointed to student anti-Israel protesters, some have suspected that many outside agitators were involved. Apparently quite a few:

NYU: Over Half Arrested for Anti-Israel Protests Not Tied to School

May 2, 2024

Less than half of the pro-Palestine protesters arrested at New York University last week after refusing to vacate the campus were members of the academic institution, the university said on Wednesday.

Of the 133 protesters arrested on April 22 at Gould Plaza on campus, 65 were students, faculty or other employees of NYU, located in the Greenwich Village neighborhood on the west side of lower Manhattan. …

At Columbia University in northern Manhattan’s Morningside Heights neighborhood, Hamas supporters who were not students or staff were involved in violent protests, according to the city’s mayor.

New York City Mayor Eric Adams, speaking on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” on Wednesday, revealed that “outside agitators,” including one whose husband was convicted for terrorism, played a key role in the anti-Israel protests at Columbia. https://www.newsmax.com/us/nyu-pro-palestine-protests/2024/05/02/id/1163192/

Unmask the Death-To-America Rioters

May 1, 2024

I realize that masks are de rigueur for rioters. Combined with an oversized keffiyeh they offer anonymity to the Hamas and Hezbollah wannabes. Take a gander at any footage from the nationwide campus protests and most of the anti-semites are wearing masks. https://www.baconsrebellion.com/wp/unmask-the-death-to-america-rioters/

The Anti-Israel Protests Are Being Organized By Paid Professional Agitators And Are Being Funded By The Usual Suspects

May 1, 2024

If you actually believe that it is just a “coincidence” that anti-Israel protests have “spontaneously” erupted at dozens of colleges and universities all over the nation, you are just being delusional. … these protests are being organized by paid professional agitators, and they are being funded by the same far left sources that have funded other radical protest movements in the past. …

New York City Mayor Eric Adams is a far left mayor in a far left city, and even he is admitting that there were “professionals” involved in the chaos that we just witnessed at Columbia University…

There were individuals on the campus who should not have been there. They were people who are professionals and we saw evidence of training,” Adams said. …

“This is a global problem that young people are being influenced by those who are professionals at radicalizing our children and I’m not going to allow that to happen as the mayor of the city of New York.”

Mayor Adams says that Lisa Fithian, who is considered to be “the nation’s best-known protest consultant”, was directly involved with what was going on at Columbia…

In addition, it is being reported that three groups that are heavily funded by George Soros “set up the tent city on Columbia’s lawn”…

The cash from Soros and his acolytes has been critical to the Columbia protests that set off the national copycat demonstrations.

Three groups set up the tent city on Columbia’s lawn last Wednesday: Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP), Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP) and Within Our Lifetime. …

And the SJP has had a hand in initiating similar operations at other colleges and universities all over the United States…

Copycat tent cities have been set up at colleges including Harvard, Yale, Berkeley in California, the Ohio State University and Emory in Georgia — all of them organized by branches of the Soros-funded Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP) — and at some, students have clashed with police.

The SJP parent organization has been funded by a network of nonprofits ultimately funded by, among others, Soros, the billionaire left-wing investor. …

The violence at UCLA is particularly disturbing. …

This is complete and utter lawlessness.

And if they get away with it there, paid agitators will try the same thing at other colleges and universities. …

One of the primary goals of these protests is to get attention, and the mainstream media has been giving them plenty of it.

Unfortunately, I believe that this is just the beginning.

I am entirely convinced that global events will soon spiral completely out of control, and that will provide plenty of fuel for more nationwide protests. https://endoftheamericandream.com/the-anti-israel-protests-are-being-organized-by-paid-professional-agitators-and-are-being-funded-by-the-usual-suspects/

Yes, the matters in the USA will get worse. Not necessarily immediately, but ultimately yes.

And, it appears that in addition to multiple millions of people entering the USA illegally the past few years, the Biden Administration is working on giving permanent residence to many from Gaza. CBS reported:

April 30, 2024

The Biden administration is considering bringing certain Palestinians to the U.S. as refugees, a move that would offer a permanent safe haven to some of those fleeing war-torn Gaza, according to internal federal government documents obtained by CBS News.

In recent weeks, the documents show, senior officials across several federal U.S. agencies have discussed the practicality of different options to resettle Palestinians from Gaza who have immediate family members who are American citizens or permanent residents.

One of those proposals involves using the decades-old United States Refugee Admissions Program to welcome Palestinians with U.S. ties who have managed to escape Gaza and enter neighboring Egypt, according to the inter-agency planning documents. …

Those who pass a series of eligibility, medical and security screenings would qualify to fly to the U.S. with refugee status, which offers beneficiaries permanent residency, resettlement benefits like housing assistance and a path to American citizenship. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/palestinian-refugees-us-gaza-white-house/

If they are screened, what’s the risk?

Well, the vast majority in Gaza support Hamas and hate the USA. As far as supporting Hamas goes, notice the following:

A new poll released by the Palestinian Center for Policy and Survey Research finds … the percentage who believe the terror group’s October 7 onslaught was “correct” is virtually unchanged.

According to the survey, 71% of Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank back the October 7 massacres in which in terrorists killed some 1,200 people and kidnapped 253 others, 03/20/24 https://www.timesofisrael.com/liveblog_entry/poll-over-70-palestinians-still-maintain-hamas-correct-to-commit-oct-7-atrocities/

Here is some information about Hamas’ official goals:

THE COVENANT OF THE HAMAS – MAIN POINTS . . .Goals of the HAMAS: —————— ‘The Islamic Resistance Movement is a distinguished Palestinian movement, whose allegiance is to Allah, and whose way of life is Islam. It strives to raise the banner of Allah over every inch of Palestine.’ (Article 6) On the Destruction of Israel: —————————– ‘Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it, just as it obliterated others before it.’ (Preamble) The Exclusive Moslem Nature of the Area: —————————————- ‘The land of Palestine is an Islamic Waqf [Holy Possession] consecrated for future Moslem generations until Judgment Day. No one can renounce it or any part, or abandon it or any part of it.’ (Article 11) ‘Palestine is an Islamic land… Since this is the case, the Liberation of Palestine is an individual duty for every Moslem wherever he may be.’ (Article 13) The Call to Jihad: —————— ‘The day the enemies usurp part of Moslem land, Jihad becomes the individual duty of every Moslem. In the face of the Jews’ usurpation, it is compulsory that the banner of Jihad be raised.’ (Article 15) ‘Ranks will close, fighters joining other fighters, and masses everywhere in the Islamic world will come forward in response to the call of duty, loudly proclaiming: ‘Hail to Jihad!’. This cry will reach the heavens and will go on being resounded until liberation is achieved, the invaders vanquished and Allah’s victory comes about.’ (Article 33) Rejection of a Negotiated Peace Settlement: ——————————————- ‘[Peace] initiatives, and so-called peaceful solutions and international conferences are in contradiction to the principles of the Islamic Resistance Movement… Those conferences are no more than a means to appoint the infidels as arbitrators in the lands of Islam… There is no solution for the Palestinian problem except by Jihad. Initiatives, proposals and international conferences are but a waste of time, an exercise in futility.’ (Article 13) Condemnation of the Israel-Egypt Peace Treaty: ———————————————- ‘Egypt was, to a great extent, removed from the circle of struggle [against Zionism] through the treacherous Camp David Agreement. The Zionists are trying to draw other Arab countries into Similar agreements in order to bring them outside the circle of struggle. … Leaving the circle of struggle against Zionism is high treason, and cursed be he who perpetrates such an act.’ (Article 32) . . . ‘The HAMAS regards itself the spearhead and the vanguard of the circle of struggle against World Zionism… Islamic groups all over the Arab world should also do the same, since they are best equipped for their future role in the fight against the warmongering Jews.’ (Article 32)

Hamas has more goals, but the above ones give an idea of what it has intended to be about. Hamas is an Islamic organization and has no interest with peace with Israel, nor with the USA. The slogan “Death to America” has been repeated at various anti-Israel protests this past week or so.

Notice also the following:

Should Biden Bring Refugees From Gaza To The US?

May 2, 2024

With violent confrontations on liberal campuses, the Biden administration is considering bringing refugees from Gaza to the U.S. This move could provide a haven but also risks escalating tensions similar to those of the 2020 summer of violence. … the U.S. plans could provide a crucial escape route for some Palestinians fleeing the ongoing conflict between Israel and Hamas, …

Critics also point out that this is the same administration that, in the past two years, has allowed over 20 million undocumented immigrants into the country, …

Given this context, it is not surprising that Biden, who seeks to retain the support of the ultra-left progressive wing of the Democratic Party, might use this proposal to win votes. This wing has shown sympathy for Hamas, and their support could be crucial in the upcoming election. …

Biden will likely proceed with his plan, even though the U.S. is considering accepting refugees from Gaza when no Arab nation has done so. https://greatgameindia.com/should-biden-bring-refugees-from-gaza-to-the-us/

This is dangerous.

Back in 2014, I posted the following:

As far as the Bible, the Palestinians, and Gaza goes, there are several prophecies that discuss what will happen.

According to a prophecy in the Book of Isaiah, the Palestinians (biblically referred to as Philistines), apparently along with some Syrians, are prophesied to be involved in war:

8 The Lord sent a word against Jacob, And it has fallen on Israel. 9 All the people will know — Ephraim and the inhabitant of Samaria — Who say in pride and arrogance of heart: 10 ‘The bricks have fallen down, But we will rebuild with hewn stones; The sycamores are cut down, But we will replace them with cedars.” 11 Therefore the Lord shall set up The adversaries of Rezin against him, And spur his enemies on, 12 The Syrians before and the Philistines behind; And they shall devour Israel with an open mouth. (Isaiah 9:8-12)

Since the above prophecy involves Ephraim and Samaria, this is indicative that the UK and USA will themselves be attacked (see Anglo – America in Prophecy & the Lost Tribes of Israel), apparently including terroristic tactics (hitting them before and behind). Hamas has used terrorism in the past and is expected to do so in the future. (Thiel B. Fighting stops and starts: What is ahead for Gaza? COGwriter, July 27, 2014)

Isaiah 9:12 is a prophecy that points to terrorism hitting the USA and its British-descended allies by people from Syria and Palestine. The USA, Canada, and UK brought in many Syrian refugees, along with some Palestinian ones since I wrote the above. Now, the USA is looking to bring in more.

Realize that the Bible shows that terrorism is prophesied:

14 ‘But if you do not obey Me, and do not observe all these commandments, 15 and if you despise My statutes, or if your soul abhors My judgments, so that you do not perform all My commandments, but break My covenant, 16 I also will do this to you: I will even appoint terror over you, wasting disease and fever which shall consume the eyes and cause sorrow of heart. And you shall sow your seed in vain, for your enemies shall eat it. 17 I will set My face against you, and you shall be defeated by your enemies. Those who hate you shall reign over you, and you shall flee when no one pursues you. (Leviticus 26:14-17)

25 The sword shall destroy outside; There shall be terror within (Deuteronomy 32:25)

12 “Cry and wail, son of man; For it will be against My people, Against all the princes of Israel. Terrors including the sword will be against My people; Therefore strike your thigh. (Ezekiel 21:12)

12 Behold, these are the ungodly,Who are always at ease; They increase in riches…19 Oh, how they are brought to desolation, as in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors. (Psalms 73:12,19)

25 Because you disdained all my counsel, And would have none of my rebuke, 26 I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your terror comes, 27 When your terror comes like a storm, And your destruction comes like a whirlwind, When distress and anguish come upon you. (Proverbs 1:25-27)

5 Also they are afraid of height, And of terrors in the way (Ecclesiastes 12:5).

Let me also add that according to the 83rd Psalm, a confederation against the USA, its Anglo-Saxon-Celtic allies, and Israel involving Arab and European forces is coming (Psalm 83). And I have long believed that terrorism will have to be part of this.

Related to Gaza, we also have the following related video:

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Gaza and Bible Prophecy

Israeli officials such as Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu have claimed that all those in Hamas will be killed or eliminated. Israeli Foreign Minister Eli Cohen added that the plan is to make Gaza shrink. Where do those of Gaza and other Palestinians come from? Does the Bible show historical animosities between the descendants of Israel and those of the Gazans and the Palestinians? What does the Bible show that Gaza and Hamas mean? Do biblical prophecies in Amos and Jeremiah point to Gaza ending up with territories that Israel now controls? Can Israel lose territory? Will Hamas achieve some of its objectives? What does the 83rd Psalm prophesy? Might terrorism be involved? Steve Dupuie and Dr. Thiel address these issues.

Here is a link to our video: Gaza and Bible Prophecy.

Despite how things may look now, Israel will lose territory to the Palestinians, including the Gazans.

While there are humanitarian reasons to allow Gazans into the USA, the USA will end up with more terrorism.