Cue huge column of fire and her freaking out some more (I was freaking, too, especially as I’d been yelling, “No… don’t-” as she poured the water. All of a sudden, the oil ignited, freaking her right the hell out, to which she responded by… pouring a pitcher of water on the fiery oil. You can see where this is going, right? Right. While I set to cutting up potatoes, she grabbed a large cast iron pan, poured copious amounts of oil in, and turned the heat to high. I was doubtful, but even though I was the older by a year, she was five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, so French fries it was going to be. One of these days, somewhere in my twelfth year, my cousin, who is arguably, one of the stupidest people on the planet, decided it would be a good idea to make French fries for dinner, never mind that neither of us had ever made French fries. ![]() So I’d come home, do my homework, get dinner started, blah, blah… my cousin, who was in a similar situation, was required to come with me, as per our mothers’ orders, so that neither of us would be left completely alone. I was a pretty typical latchkey kid of the late-70s/early-80s, with my parents divorced and my mom working long hours. (As a writer, I’m also long-winded…) So I’m putting it down not because I want the DVD (already have all of them), but because I want this story documented somewhere, dammit. Okay, admittedly, I’m a professional liar, too, as a writer, however, this story about my first big lie is absolutely true and yet when I tried to include a version of it in one of my books, my editor made me take it out because she said it was too unbelievable. I can’t lie, anymore If I do I’m forced to turn myself into a toad. Eventually, my conscience caused me to admit the lie that theorectically could have remained undetected to this day because my stories were that good!Ĭomment by Shawn "Father Wizard" Colton - Febru 12:31 pm I had the friend convinced that my big sister was away at college, and for months shared tales of my older sister’s deeds. Eventually, I couldn’t take it any more: I decided to invent a big sister of my own. A playmate was contantly bragging about her big sister. ![]() I could not have been more than 10 years old when I began my budding career as an actress. We both denied it vehemently, but I don’t truly believe she believed us. She immediately came down asking us who was smoking. ![]() 16 year olds are not the brightest and we did not put together the fact that the garage was located right under my Mom’s bedroom. Late one night we snuck into the garage to smoke, I had never tried a cigarette before. One of my close friends was visiting from Connecticut, we must have been around 16 because I was already driving.
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