DeeVeeEight
Fast Pedalphile
33 years ago - I was living in South Jersey, recently having relocated from Jackson Heights, Queens, NYC....
The Son of Sam came on the scene in New York. He was the one who snuck up on young couples in their cars at the local make-out spots and shot them with a .45 caliber hand gun. He later said that the dogs told him to do it, if I remember correctly.
My roommate was also from my old neighborhood. His two brothers, Mike and Danny and two friends, Alex and Mark came down from Astoria, Queens, NYC one weekend for a "visit". A week later, when they were still there and I was wondering if they were going to get fired from their jobs back home, I realized that they were afraid to go back to Astoria because of the Son of Sam serial killings. These were a bunch of tough street guys but they had no desire to be anywhere around the killing grounds. Well anyway - like I said - a week went by and Mike & Danny have run out of clean clothes, so they decide a visit home to Mom's house is in order. Mom will do their laundry for them.
While back in Astoria Mike takes me on a drinking binge that was quite memorable, but that is another story. After the drunken weekend passes we all go back down to South Jersey where it is safe. The next day Mike, Danny, Alex & Mark are walking around the apartment knocking their knees together, squirming and pulling at their pants legs, generally uncomfortable and itching like mad. In a fit of desperation Mike gets on the telephone and makes a call to his dear old Mum back in Astoria and asks her "Mom, did you wash those fiberglass curtains again?" to which she must have replied yes because Mike started throwing a fit and yelling at his poor old Mum that he "Told her not to do that any more!" Apparently she washed all of their clothes in the same machine that she washed the curtains in and got everything loaded with fiberglass.....:mobeer:
The Son of Sam came on the scene in New York. He was the one who snuck up on young couples in their cars at the local make-out spots and shot them with a .45 caliber hand gun. He later said that the dogs told him to do it, if I remember correctly.
My roommate was also from my old neighborhood. His two brothers, Mike and Danny and two friends, Alex and Mark came down from Astoria, Queens, NYC one weekend for a "visit". A week later, when they were still there and I was wondering if they were going to get fired from their jobs back home, I realized that they were afraid to go back to Astoria because of the Son of Sam serial killings. These were a bunch of tough street guys but they had no desire to be anywhere around the killing grounds. Well anyway - like I said - a week went by and Mike & Danny have run out of clean clothes, so they decide a visit home to Mom's house is in order. Mom will do their laundry for them.
While back in Astoria Mike takes me on a drinking binge that was quite memorable, but that is another story. After the drunken weekend passes we all go back down to South Jersey where it is safe. The next day Mike, Danny, Alex & Mark are walking around the apartment knocking their knees together, squirming and pulling at their pants legs, generally uncomfortable and itching like mad. In a fit of desperation Mike gets on the telephone and makes a call to his dear old Mum back in Astoria and asks her "Mom, did you wash those fiberglass curtains again?" to which she must have replied yes because Mike started throwing a fit and yelling at his poor old Mum that he "Told her not to do that any more!" Apparently she washed all of their clothes in the same machine that she washed the curtains in and got everything loaded with fiberglass.....:mobeer:
