Monday, August 31, 2015

Ode to Wes Craven. Memories.

Who passed away Yesterday. I wanted to give a proper condolence.

Craven's books and films were a huge part of our childhood.

Hey!

Remember when...

During seasonal school breaks friends and I had "movie nights" in either my basement, Rick's basement, or Dawn's basement. Half our teenage lives were spent in someone's basement... "Hanging out. Down the street. The same old thing. We did last week. Not a thing to do. But talk to you."

Hello Minnesota!

We still have movie nights. In CA movie nights are at Aramis's house. He has the jumbo projector.

But back then...

A bunch of us 13-17 year olds regularly hung out in (someone's) basement, watched movies, ordered pizza from Carbone's, and drank pop.

One night in particular...

It was autumn. Nearing Halloween. A group of us watched Nightmare on Elm Street, and Dawn of the Dead.

When the movies were finished, the pizzas gone, the liter bottles empty, all of us kids wandered out into the dark cool neighborhood, aimlessly walking around like patrons leaving a bar at 2:05am.

Some friends and I started walking in the general direction of our houses, weaving in between trees in neighboring front lawns, the moon being our only light.

When suddenly...

Boys being boys, jumped out from behind the trees screaming "Freddy Krueger!" scaring the hell out of us, playfully chasing us through neighborhood yards.

Girls being girls...

We took off screaming and aimlessly running.

The boy chasing me, came to a sudden stop when a low branch caught me in the right eye...

Reactively, I shook my head after getting jabbed in the eye. Which resulted with the branch tearing across my eye a little ways before stopping.

Once he realized what had happened, the boy chasing me helped me home and explained to my dad what happened. Poor guy. He felt really bad. Not his fault. Things happen.

My dad thanked the boy for helping me home, then looked into my eye and decided it could wait until morning to be looked at by a doctor.

The next morning, at the doctor's office, the doctor informed us that the branch stopped just before hitting (the color) of my eye. Which was lucky for me, because if the branch had tore any further, there was a good chance I would be blind in that eye now.

I wore a medicated gooey gauze patch over my eye for a number of weeks until the cut across my eye healed. Friends had a lot fun giving me a hard time about my gauze eye patch!

I told the kids at school "this" is what happens when you watch Nightmare on Elm Street. Freddy gets you in your sleep!

Ha! Good times!

I hope they play 'Nightmare on Elm Street' at the Nuart for Halloween.

It would be a nice tribute.

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