Destruction Night and Other Stuff

     These two (crappy) shots represent the edge of my turf really.  All the way at the end of the train station parking lot lies this desolate land.  It is pretty creepy over here especially when you're alone.  It's very isolated and has been the scene of various juvenile mischief over the years such as breaking things or lighting things on fire, baby stuff.  But, one summer, this place, as well as the reservoir beyond the fence, was "discovered" by a group of kids, who were part of our historic larger group the year before, but were at that time on our second ring, so to speak, and it was then and ever since called Hell.  The reservoir is actually pretty interesting historically, it's called Smith's Pond after the original name of our area Smithville, and was man made in the 1800's to provide water that would be pumped into New York City.  It, and most of the other similar reservoirs in the area, has fallen to bored teenagers of all types seeking adventure.

     Anywho, so there's this place, Hell, and everyone (except us non-partiers) would hang out back there and drink.  One night, we met up with some of the kids coming back from Hell and one kid, let's call him John, was drunk, angry, thirsty for mischief, and was about to take us along for the ride.  I will tell what I remember, but if I leave anything out let me know.  We all took off, running amuck all over the streets, breaking bottles and doing our usual mischief.  John decided to step it up.  All I remember is him taking a huge metal pipe from somewhere and busting out people's sidewalk lights and shit like that.  He was in a raging fury and I saw fire in his eyes as John ran down the block without a care.  It was an intense fifteen minutes, the excitement, the anticipation, the fear, and the adrenaline that I felt had me running like mad, and at that point we were really all just watching this kid go crazy.

     Obviously this couldn't go on forever.  Me and two other kids split from the group and hid out in one of their backyards.  His mom knew something was up and was asking us what's going on, we probably said hide-and-go-seek, not such a great story for high schoolers.  This led to one of us having to head in, and me and the other lad, let's call him Josh, to fend for ourselves out on the streets, where we were no doubt being sought after by law enforcement and angry suburbanites that were interrupted during their TV dinners.  I get a cell phone call, bad news.  Apparently one of the lads we were running with, let's call him David, had been apprehended by angry homeowners and they were forcing him to do some late-night gardening because someone tore up their plant (lol).  We feel bad because he was innocent, most of us were, and he still got caught.

     The next thing I remember is making it back to home turf (Dunkin' Donuts) where our group began to trickle in.  Everyone makes it back and I decide to get home.  I round the corner of the building and I am confronted by two very angry and very bald men.  "So, you like smashing out people's lights, huh?" "Wat?" "Yeah, I'll fucking kill ya next time I catch you doing it." "I dunno what you're talking about dude, I didn't do anything." "Yeah well tell your friends I'll fuckin kill them too!"  What a great way to end what has since been known as The (greatest) Destruction Night.

     On a related note, Hell is where I have dreamed (seriously) of camping out when the shit hits the fan.  Just go inna woods and let it all blow over ya know?  Speaking of which, if anyone still cares, Morbid Curiosity's next release will be a four song demo tentatively called Premonition.  It will feature two new tracks, one remastered track off the Fuckin' Full Length, and a rerecording of Opinionated Bitch from the first demo.  This will have the best sound quality yet, and may actually be heard by more than three people.  Or maybe it will be heard by even less and remain true to the underground.

     ALSO, I have heard tales of a similar destruction night taking place in the next town over.  Car and store windows were smashed and young lads ran amuck.  I may or may not know who it was, but I wonder if it achieved the same legendary status in their circles as ours did.