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Posted by Ct. Honig on April 23, 2007, 6:43 pm On the hop, I met my school-chum, Larry Paterno, whose parents were also upper-class jerks, just like mine. They were at the same party my parents were hosting, as they were, every week. They had both their teenage daughters with them. Larry was, left alone to fend for himself at home. He decided to go out, just as I did. He rode up to me on his bike, and asked if I had anything to do or any friends to see. I told him I had no plans. Larry immediately asked me, if I wanted to know why school bullies never set upon him, but I was one of their favorite targets. He was a head shorter than I was; wore Coke bottle thick glasses; sported dumbo style ears; had no chin to speak of; had a slight stuttering problem; and a build like a hippo. Amazingly, no one in school or the neighborhood ever touched, or even as much as teased Larry! So naturally, my curiosity was aroused. HOW could The King of The Geeks be immune to bullies? Larry made me swear to Satan that I would never reveal to anyone what he was about to show or tell me. I did swear to Satan I would. He then proceeded to tell me all about a neighborhood group of adults and kids, who held sway over everyone else in town. As he told me his fantastic story, he led me into Untermeyer Park. As soon as we entered, a rather strange looking fellow greeted us with a kerosene lantern. He had an almost Asian face with very pronounced cheekbones, and a large black crop of uncombed hair atop his head. He had a bizarre Chesser Cat sort of grin on his face. "Hello Larry; Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" asked the man in a mild, but somewhat unnerving voice. "This is my friend, Jeffrey, from school, I told you about, Mr. Berkowitz." Larry boasted. "Did you swear your friend to secrecy?" asked Mr. Berkowitz, with a curious tone. "Yes indeed Mr. Berkowitz." answered Larry in a very respectful tone, and with a slight stutter. "I understand you have problems with bullies, Jeffrey." Mr. Berkowitz asked. "I sure do Mr. Berkowitz!" I answered. "Would you swear your loyalty and allegiance to a group who stopped your bullies?" asked Mr. Berkowitz. "You'd have my undying loyalty Mr. Berkowitz." I told him. "Excellent, Jeffrey; just excellent! Follow me please." he half ordered. We entered then park with our way lighted by Mr. Berkowitz's lantern. Chanting sounds were emanating from the woods in the distance. None of it frightened me. THIS IS A TRUE AND UNALTERED STORY, BASED DIRECTLY UPON ENTRIES FROM ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD JOURNALS. WOULD YOU CARE TO HAVE ME CONVERT MORE FROM MY CHILDHOOD JOURNALS?
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I grew up in Yonkers, New York. I had a very crazy family! My parents threw wild drunken parties every Saturday night, from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m., ever since I could remember. They ordered me to stay in my bedroom all night, under threat of a beating and the withholding of food and my allowance for every party. They really meant it too! We had a rather large house. My three teenage sisters (Jeanette, Louise, and Ethel) occupied three of the four bedrooms on the second floor, and my parents occupied the master suite there too. All my sisters enjoyed the parties with my parents. I think there may have been sex involved, but no one ever told me anything, so I really do not know. My bedroom was the converted dormer over the garage, and had its own entrance, so things were not so bad for me in that respect. My parents never checked up either, so I did whatever came to mind. One Saturday night, shortly after I turned twelve in 1974, I went for a pogo stick hop to kill some time. Yes, I was the kind of crazy kid who preferred his pogo stick to any bike. Laugh away! I had no TV or radio, and as always, my family was enjoying their usual Saturday night party without me.
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