I don't actually remember jamming with Cliff outside of his grandmother's home- that's where this photo was taken, right? I do have lots of memories of partying there with Cliff. That's what we did after we jammed out on our guitars.
I remember one time where me and some of his friends had stumbled upon half empty bottles of liquor in the back of a Comfort Inn- we were passing by their dumpsters. We swiped those bottles and thought we had struck gold. In reality, they were worthless for the most part- half empty bottles of stuff nobody wanted to drink.
Me and Joe brought a couple of those bottles over to Cliff's grandmother's house one Saturday night. One of them was an AppleJack bottle- probably the best of the bottles we had swiped. All of this was secret BTW, no adults had a clue what we were doing. We drank a bunch that night and got really buzzed. Cliff suggested that we go down to the Liederkrantz to meet up with his mom. We all agreed, drunkenly.
We made a drunken trip down to the Liederkrantz. Cliff walked in a side door with a bottle of AppleJack in one hand. He raised both arms up in the air, like he was saying "I'm here, let the party begin!" His mom literally jumped out of her seat at the bar and took me and Cliff outside. The rest of the night was a blur but she definitely didn't want us inside the bar- we were teenagers.
I remember those days and wish that me and Cliff had continued to hang out. We had known each other since the 2nd grade. We never stopped being friends, we just gradually drifted apart into different lives.
I don't actually remember jamming with Cliff outside of his grandmother's home- that's where this photo was taken, right? I do have lots of memories of partying there with Cliff. That's what we did after we jammed out on our guitars.
ReplyDeleteI remember one time where me and some of his friends had stumbled upon half empty bottles of liquor in the back of a Comfort Inn- we were passing by their dumpsters. We swiped those bottles and thought we had struck gold. In reality, they were worthless for the most part- half empty bottles of stuff nobody wanted to drink.
Me and Joe brought a couple of those bottles over to Cliff's grandmother's house one Saturday night. One of them was an AppleJack bottle- probably the best of the bottles we had swiped. All of this was secret BTW, no adults had a clue what we were doing. We drank a bunch that night and got really buzzed. Cliff suggested that we go down to the Liederkrantz to meet up with his mom. We all agreed, drunkenly.
We made a drunken trip down to the Liederkrantz. Cliff walked in a side door with a bottle of AppleJack in one hand. He raised both arms up in the air, like he was saying "I'm here, let the party begin!" His mom literally jumped out of her seat at the bar and took me and Cliff outside. The rest of the night was a blur but she definitely didn't want us inside the bar- we were teenagers.
I remember those days and wish that me and Cliff had continued to hang out. We had known each other since the 2nd grade. We never stopped being friends, we just gradually drifted apart into different lives.