Post by them1ghtyhumph on Aug 12, 2018 2:55:24 GMT
Peter Aggravation and I were best friends. We began to hang out with one of our neighborhood cliques. I got bored after awhile and went to hang out with a different group up the block. Aggie stayed with the first group (which contained my now best friend that I've known for 60 years).
Petey had well earned his name Aggravation. He was loud and obnoxious (although he wasn't trying to be obnoxious) and a real pain in the ass, but a nice guy.
So one day Sal, of the first group, caught me on the way home and requested (actually demanded) that I tell Petey to stop hanging out with them, because Sal felt he was going to strangle Petey pretty soon.
So I had to do one of the most difficult things in my life. I had to tell Petey his friends didn't want him hang out with them anymore. I figure we were about 16-17 years old at the time. It broke my heart to tell him, and he was hurt, but he took it okay, and found a group of guys that were kind of refugees from other cliques. Petey and I remained good friends.
Soon after, I went back to hang out with the group that expelled Petey, and they remained my friends for many years after I left the neighborhood, but when I left the neighborhood, I lost touch with Petey, only run into him about once every two years, as we worked a block from each other in Midtown Manhattan. We generally just exchanged hellos.
The End
Petey had well earned his name Aggravation. He was loud and obnoxious (although he wasn't trying to be obnoxious) and a real pain in the ass, but a nice guy.
So one day Sal, of the first group, caught me on the way home and requested (actually demanded) that I tell Petey to stop hanging out with them, because Sal felt he was going to strangle Petey pretty soon.
So I had to do one of the most difficult things in my life. I had to tell Petey his friends didn't want him hang out with them anymore. I figure we were about 16-17 years old at the time. It broke my heart to tell him, and he was hurt, but he took it okay, and found a group of guys that were kind of refugees from other cliques. Petey and I remained good friends.
Soon after, I went back to hang out with the group that expelled Petey, and they remained my friends for many years after I left the neighborhood, but when I left the neighborhood, I lost touch with Petey, only run into him about once every two years, as we worked a block from each other in Midtown Manhattan. We generally just exchanged hellos.
The End