The Passing of Greg Corey
It's weird when someone you have that much (ancient) history with dies. I suppose I feel sad, maybe because Greg never really grew up. To me, he's still 16 years old and pushing his luck.
I remember the envy I had - because Greg had all this "freedom". He had access to alcohol, money, etc. Spending the night at his house was like visiting the forbidden land....where you could eat, drink, and smoke as much as you wanted - and there were no parents who cared to bother you. I remember an oversize Bible that sat open on a pedestal near the entryway to his house...and in a moment of self-righteousness....telling my mom that it seemed out of place and hypocritical.
What I didn't tell her about was the Black Velvet I had poured for my junior-high self from the wet bar that lived near the indoor pool....or of the many Playboy/Penthouse mags that I stared at from Greg's stash.
I remember the envy I had - because Greg had all this "freedom". He had access to alcohol, money, etc. Spending the night at his house was like visiting the forbidden land....where you could eat, drink, and smoke as much as you wanted - and there were no parents who cared to bother you. I remember an oversize Bible that sat open on a pedestal near the entryway to his house...and in a moment of self-righteousness....telling my mom that it seemed out of place and hypocritical.
What I didn't tell her about was the Black Velvet I had poured for my junior-high self from the wet bar that lived near the indoor pool....or of the many Playboy/Penthouse mags that I stared at from Greg's stash.
