Eric the Rat
Sometime in highschool (I think it was my junior year) I had sort of become friends with a new kid in my ward, Eric Radamack. He was a short little red-headed guy who was kind of wierd in an intangible way. There was just something different about him, not really in a bad way. He was nice enough and seemed like a regualr guy at first glance, but once you talked to him he was not on the same frequency if that makes sense. Anyway, despie all this we had become friends, he was trying out for baseball and would give me rides home after the tryouts (he got cut... he kind of sucked), so that's mostly how we got to know each other. Then one weekend we were hanging out with Scott and actually staying at Scott's house overnight. We were feeling mischevious, so we decided to go to the store and buy some TP and eggs. When we were at the store Eric was feeling like a sissy and thought that it would be a good idea to buy some flour with the eggs so that it would look like we were baking something...now I'm not sure but I would imagine that three teenage boys at the store, at midnight, buying stuff to bake...would look much stranger than three teenagers buying some eggs to throw at stuff. So anyway we bought the eggs and flour and headed off to go and cause trouble. Eric had a really big Econ-line van that he was driving us around in, that was great for what we were doing because we kind of felt like the A-Team, but instead of helping people who couldn't turn to the law, we were throwing eggs at cars and houses. We drove through a new development called Remington and found a port-a-poty. (At this point I would like to add a disclaimer: I, along wih my friends in this little advernture were young, studpid and immature. If I could go back and slap myself upside the head and try to talk some sense to myself I would, but I can't so I just laugh about it.)Anyway, so we came across this port-a-poty and still had the bag of flour with us, so we decided to make a big winter diarama with the port-a-poty. I can just picture the constuction workers showing up the next day for work and opening the door to thier port-a-poty and finding it covered in flour and eggs. After the port-a-poty we drove over to Winterwood and picked out a few houses that we felt deserved a good egg bath. First up on the list was Mark Buhler's house. This was probably the most exciting one of the night. I didn't know Mark personally, but Eric did because they were fellow band geeks. Eric had done some previous pranks on Mark, and Mark had done some to Eric as well. So we started throwing the eggs at Marks house. We had probably thrown about four or five each when Mark's Dad (inderstandably irrate) came running and screaming like a wild boar out of the house. After a brief explitive or two we bolted to the van and screeched off. Our next stop ( I guess one near beating was not enough for us.) was Joel Broom's house. I had known Joel for a long time, well not really known him, we went the same school and played on the Jr. High basketball team together, but never really talked and definatley were not friends. I always thought he was a cocky jerk and plus he just had a face that I didn't like (I know that's not a good reason not to like someone, and even worse to dislike him, but that's the way it was. I didn't like him.) So we got his house pretty good. It was easier too because his house was just off the road down a short, steep hill. After that we just drove around for a while and threw eggs at street signs and stuff like that.
The next morning Eric had left early to go and do somthing with his family or something like that, and Scott and I had gone back to sleep. Later that same morning we were rudly awakened to Scott's dad telling us that we had a phone call from Eric. Appearantly his parents had heard some new about a large van causing some trouble at the Buhler's house. The Buhlers could not identify anyone, they just knew it was a large van that had visited thier house the previous night. After hearing this we were a little relieved becasue we thought we were safe, however that was before we learned that we had been ratted out. Eric had, had some type of guilty conscience that morning and decided to not only give himself up, but Scott and myself as well. So we spent a good part of that saturday cleaning egg off of houses. All thanks to Eric the Rat. Needless to say after that my relationship with Eric deteriorated rapidly. Plus, he was wierd to start with.
posted by Dave @ 5:46 PM
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