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[Huaco Kid]

He'd get a penalty for creaming my creamer....

get out of the box...

and instantly do it again.

And coach would bench him.

[Huaco Kid]

Out of the box, three seconds left, Ed would already have a leg over.

Mr. May would be yelling, "ED!!! Come in!"

Ed was deaf. He was already across the ice, like, nailing that guy

So he got another penalty..

[Huaco Kid]

After the games, 'cause Ed could drive and had cars, we wouldn't shower. The girls liked us stinky, with our wet, flowing, frozen hair.

And Ed could get beer. Maybe toke.

Another Friday night.

[Huaco Kid]

Hockey gives you adrenaline.

It can last all night.

You'd better keep an eye on Ed.

[Huaco Kid]

Ed had 15 cars.
But only one battery.

So we'd have to go to each, see which had gas, and see if it would start.

grindgrindgrind... at -20.

Too late. We already missed the bus.

It's a toke, kind of, day.

[Huaco Kid]

We would spend the day, getting one car running, siphoning gas, ptew ptew, ready for tomorrow.

And tomorrow it wouldn't start.

[Huaco Kid]

bank!

[Huaco Kid]

Ed's older than me (pretty old).

Not long ago, at the bar, someone was mouthing to Ed.

He stood up and said, "You want to go out?"

The guy said, "No."

And everyone went back to drinking.

[Huaco Kid]

They might have known each other. I don't know.

[Huaco Kid]

North Park ice rink was "our" rink.

Not those Hampton, or Moon, or Richland guys.

Friday, and drunk, with our wicked cool frozen hair, now Ed's getting in a fight. duh.

We liked our girls stinky, also.

[Huaco Kid]

I would throw my 95lbs right into the middle. Like a banty rooster. squawk.

And immediately get pulverized.

But I only had to take it once.

Because Ed was washing the floors, now.

[Huaco Kid]

Ed would punch the guy into fight-over.

Throw him over both walls, while his gang was watching, and go out the front door, to the parking lot, to pick him up.
Fight might be over.

[Huaco Kid]

The next Friday, they were allowed at "our" rink. If there were no mouths.

[Huaco Kid]

At NP ice rink, on Fridays, there were 4,000 girls to skate with.

Some from our school, most not.

Which is where, my extremely cool, Slash, frozen hair comes in.

It's all I had.

[Huaco Kid]

You could skate with 20 girls each night. Holding hands was mandatory. kissy-face.

So then, that's pretty much all you did.

We didn't have cell-phones.

You have to, actually, remember that girl.

You'll see her at the mall next week.

[Huaco Kid]

And I could skate like a ******* banshee. Unleashed.

And the girls liked it , 'cause they could hold on my waist, at 200mph, and whip around through 3,000 people. At 470mph.

And my Slash hair would get more sweaty and frozen.

And then we'd get a hot pretzel.

We didn't have much choices back then.

[Huaco Kid]

A hot pretzel. Win!

And a slushee. Slusshys arent's good in -20 january.

[Huaco Kid]

From then, long ago, and far away....

The proper hot pretzel is a lost art.

[Huaco Kid]

One's could, with butter dripping out, too hot to hold, making 'suck' sounds with your mouth.....

with that new girl, you just met.

She's doing it too. It's a pretty good pretzel.

[Huaco Kid]

Or. If you show up on Saturday morning.

You get Friday's leftovers. Hard as a rock. gnaw gnaw.

[Huaco Kid]

In elementary school, hockey practice started at 4am. At NP rink.

In -30.

In Dad's world, if he's getting up, you're getting up. You can't whine your way out. Dad has boots.

They didn't even turn the lights on, yet.

[Huaco Kid]

Sometimes, we'd have to snow-shovel 3' of snow off, because the zamboni-union guys weren't up yet.

We were little. We didn't know any better.

[Huaco Kid]

They once drained the lake, next to the rink.

[Huaco Kid]

So me and Tim went into the muck and got 147,000 pucks in there.

One puck will keep you busy for a while. The other 146K? I don't know.

[Huaco Kid]

So.

Tim's Dad had duffle bags from the war.

We filled up three, and started dragging 300lbs of pucks, ten miles away.

We threw some at cars.