Charlie

My name is Charlie... I get to thinkin' sometimes. You know, thinkin' bout life, and how in fifth grade I entered the Annual Sloppy Joe Eating contest at my school. I had been practicing for weeks. The previous year's winner ate 26 Joe's before he puked. He was a real winner... Jeremy Lundgren was his name, no relation to Dolph. Anyway I remember his name cause he is now with the spirits, or thats what they say. You see after the contest, he drank a liter of Jagermister and drove his bike over Hanover Falls. They say you can still hear his laughter on wintry nights by the waterside. But I ain't never heard it.

Anyways...

I sometimes still think about Sandra Esposito and the times we would hold hands in O'Rieley's Field House. Old O'Rieley unleashed the hounds on us when he saw us up there one night. We ran like horses on angel dust under the moonlight glory.