There is a crawl space on the side room over my parent’s garage that is filled with boxes. Stuff from my two siblings and two step-siblings. I have a couple of boxes of books there–some filled with notebooks, sketching pads, and others with oversized art books I inherited from my grandfather.
Of course, I’ve got seven or eight shoe boxes full of baseball cards too. And a crate filled with classic comics from the Eighties by artists like John Byrne and Frank Miller and George Perez. There are a few bags filled with more drawing pads. Growing up, drawing and painting was my thing, not writing. Even when I kept journals, I used the pads to draw a lot. I drew comic heroes and action pictures from my sports magazines. I also used them to give updates on the Yankees, my favorite musicians (David Bowie, The Talking Heads, Eric Clapton) and movies that I liked.
I was up at my ma’s last week and found some of the old journals. Here’s a couple of random entries.
November 6, 1984. I was 13 years old.
10:00 pm. In bed. Mom came back today, very tired [from visiting her family in Belgium]. She fell asleep about 2 hours ago. Dad I think was sorry to leave. I enjoyed his stay a lot. Mondale just lost terribly and Reagan won New York state and that SUCKS and so does Reagan. I got an airbrush book from [uncle] Herve and I am thinking of something to airbrush. The Frankie Goes to Hollywood album came out today. I taped it off Gordy.
March 18, 1985.
Today I got to 3rd [base] with Jeanne. I didn’t like frenching that much, maybe because she had Dorito BREATH. Anyway it was beauty.
October 10, 1985.
Bad week. I was sick today. In the last week Rock Hudson died of AIDS, Yul Brenner died of lung cancer, and Orson Welles died of old age.
“Your mother says that it’s to [sic] late to write. Your [sic] going to school tomorrow.” –Mom.
P.S. Saturday is Ali (cousin) and David’s wedding.
Blue Jays 2
(Dodgers lead Cards 2-1 in the 4th)
The Cosby Show was GREAT Tonight.