As a teen on Long Island like most other places in America Halloween shifts from getting candy to seeing how much and to what degree of senseless acts of vandalism you can perform before the cops are called. Also on Long Island you and your crew would be armed with shaving cream and eggs so that if you encountered another crew you could have a pseudo gang fight. From there most of my Halloween nights cosisted of getting doused in eggs and shaving cream (we would stick a pin in the nosil of the shaving cream lid, melt it, pull ou the pin and it would shoot up to 8 feet) and ended with atleast one Kenyan track star run from the police.
I think my favorite tale from this era was when I was 14. My boys Peter, Tom, Vinny, Frank, John, Eddie and I were cruising around the streets since like 3pm causing trouble and reeking havoc on the neighborhood. We thought we were a pretty bad ass crew and could take on anyone. Earlier before we all crewed up Tom Vinny and I ran into this smaller crew of seniors and ambushed them with cream and eggs, retreating quick enough as to not get the wrath of their retaliation. They most likely would have beat the shit out of us had we been caught. Even though we thought so the three of us were not all that tough.
Later on that night we were chilling in the front yard of Tom’s house waiting for another crew that might dare pass by our “turf”. We were kicking it when these three cars loaded with dudes come racing around the corner and slam on the breaks in the middle of the street in from of our camp. 12 guys jump out of the cars armed with eggs, shaving cream and paint ball guns. Turns out it those seniors we hit earlier regrouped and spent the night hunting us down.
It all happened so fast that we had no time to escaped. I ended up jumping into a bunch of hedges and as luck would have it found a piece of plywood to use as a sheild from the paint balls. I could only sit their and watch in horror as my boys got pelted with eggs, shot with paint balls and forced to eat shaving cream. When the seniors finally cleared out Vinny (who had also took to hiding) and I came out unscathed only to unbelievingly behold the carnage of our friends terrible misfortune. Tom got the brunt of the paint balls, which left welts all over his body. Peter was covered in shaving cream in the middle of the street and Eddie completely in shock by the whole orccurance jumped on his bike and rode home nearly in tears.
Turned out Frank and John whom had left our company earlier got jumped by a few of the guys we thought we so craftily ambushed and were forced to sell us out or be beaten. I dont blame them I dont think I would have held out either. We were 14 year old pampered rich kids not Israli green berays.
After that tramatic experience we all decided it best to call it a night. Vinny and I lived near each other so we decided to walk home together. I guess we were about half way there when we saw a car that looked to be one of the ones in the convoy that hit us not long ago. Thinking we were just paranoid we picked up our pace but stayed on the road. When the car came up next to us our fears were realized.
It was the same car paint balls in hand. Basically we got hit by a drive by paint balling. I got hit twice in the side and once in the leg. Vinny took two in the back. That shit hurts fucken pretty bad. The welts lasted for like 2 weeks. We figured we were in the clear and afterall it was only fair since our boys got the brunt of it ear;ier. We sat there on the ground for a moment to gather ourselves on what just happend but before we had the chance the car pulled a U-turn and was coming back for a second round. Deciding not to stick around to see what was in store for us next we bolted.
Vinny and I took off down the street in the oppisite direction with car hot on our tail. We had like a good mile lead on them and then we came to a fork in the road. It was here that we made the call to split up allowing one of us to get away safely. Ofcourse who do you think they followed. You guessed it; Yours truely.
At this point dude is out the window shooting paint balls on almost rapid fire. He must have had that double pump thing down. Some how though matrix style I managed to avoid the shells and ran into the woods unharmed. I knew the a short cut through this vacant spell of pine trees and then trough one of my neighbors back yards which would bring me only a few houses from mine. When I get in the woods I thought I was sitting pretty (keep in mind there is nothing more scary then being in the middle of the woods in the gloom of the night on Halloween.) and slowed my pace all out of breath from the previous chase.
All of a sudden I hear foot steps behind me and I bolt into the darkness running full speed through pine branchs, jumping over under brush. I had not been back in the woods in a few years and it was pretty dark so I was kind of winging it. Some how my spidy sense got me to my neighbors backyard and ofcourse he had just recently put up one of those wood fences that are impossible to climb.
You know how people say that in moments of extreme adversity the human body can perform rediculous feats of strength, like a man lifting a car off a child sort of thing. Well I was hoping that this was one of those moments and ran full speed at the fence and went for the jump. I jumped grabed onto the post which was a solid 6 feet up and attempted to catapult myself over it parking meter style (when you jump a parking meter with nothing but your arms pushing you over it). As I was coming over somthing hit me square in the back of the head. It was an egg from the seniors. As it exploded all over my hair (which was long, actually it was the first year I grew my hair long) it threw off my momentum and as I as about to clear the fince my left foot got hung up and I went down on the otherside of the fence head over heels
God must have been shining a light on me that night folks cause some how I managed to not break my neck although I did manage to tear the leg nearly clean off my jeans form getting snagged on the fence post. I took a minute to take stock in my current situation, paint balls welts, egg all over my hair, cuts, scraps and bruises all over my face and body from the woods run, but I was alive and how alive I felt too. I took a deep breath and took a victory lap home. Sure I got the shit knocked out of me, but I survived and at that moment felt like I could do anything.
Turns out one of the other cars caught up with Vinny too and he was forced to endure 10 minutes of getting pelted by eggs and shaving cream before ultimately getting sent home beaten and dejected. All and all one of the most exciting Halloweens ever.
UCB: How do you think you are going to go out of this world?
I think we did my death like a year ago but I will have to look back to be sure.
Dude, you should be paid to write this stuff….you should be paid to make a movie of all this…or a series. Every year – a season.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks bud, glad you got a laugh. Actually I have a few years worth to deranged Halloween tales. Feel free to use the search bar and find em.