{"id":22065,"date":"2025-07-20T08:13:57","date_gmt":"2025-07-20T12:13:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/?p=22065"},"modified":"2025-07-20T08:14:16","modified_gmt":"2025-07-20T12:14:16","slug":"the-soundtrack-to-1988-in-five-movements","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/flash-fiction\/the-soundtrack-to-1988-in-five-movements\/","title":{"rendered":"The Soundtrack to 1988 in Five Movements"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><em>Because I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2013 Whitesnake<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">1<\/p>\n<p>First I tie the red and white bandana around my head. Then I put on the most ripped tee shirt I can find. Preferably the one where the sleeves and crew neck barely hang on for dear life. I dig out the cassette I used to tape &#8220;Livin\u2019 on a Prayer&#8221; from the radio. The one where the timing is just off enough I capture a few seconds of station identification: \u201cBoston\u2019s only Rock Station\u201d just before the faint, tinkling wind chimes start.<\/p>\n<p>The song juices me up. Working-class ballads often do. I grab the phone and dial Julie Gatchell\u2019s number. At school she wouldn\u2019t give me the time of day. After dark, in her house with her seven half-brothers and half-sisters, she would laugh at the jokes I made about her cat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">2<\/p>\n<p>All the seasons are different in New England. Still I can\u2019t remember what time of year I called Erin Davany and played the song \u201cWhy Can\u2019t this be Love\u201d into the phone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">3<\/p>\n<p>The youth-group-leader couple brought in boys from the rough neighborhoods near the city. All our town\u2019s trees couldn\u2019t cleanse their sins.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d ride my bike over to swim in their pool and after fall asleep on the basement sofa watching <em>Robocop<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Around midnight, I woke to the sight of two of the project-kids getting dressed. It was probably easier to ask me to come than explain the plan or risk waking the youth-group-leader couple. I followed them around the neighborhood as they checked car doors to see if they were unlocked. We scored a neon windbreaker, a Mercedes-Benz hood ornament, and a Bobby Brown tape.<\/p>\n<p>In one of the cars, I discovered Tiffany St. Louis\u2019s mom passed out. Her skirt hiked all the way up. The yellow streetlight draped like a supplicant across her purple-pink vulva.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">4<\/p>\n<p>My parents were always somewhere else that summer. That Friday they convinced the Boy Scout leader to take me in. He said I could sleep in his bed. In the morning, he woke me with tickles under my arms.<\/p>\n<p>Everybody thought he was so cool because he convinced the drummer from Boston to do a demo in the basement of St. Mary\u2019s church.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">5<\/p>\n<p>That was the year Michael Syvalev and I made electric guitars with his father\u2019s tools in the basement. I didn\u2019t know a single chord. So he guided my fingers up the strings to the arpeggios of Eruption.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My parents were always somewhere else that summer. That Friday they convinced the Boy Scout leader to take me in. He said I could sleep in his bed. 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