Don't Hit Me No More Donnie

Don't Hit Me No More Donnie

 

I was 16-years-old when I was in my sophomore year at Monterey High School in Lubbock, Texas. I was still best friends with Ricky Poe and Mike Stotts. When I left O. L. Slaton, Mike moved from Vice President into the presidential spot that I vacated with my family move to a new school district. And in a special Junior High School election, Ricky Poe took over Mike Stotts' duties as Vice President. Ricky and Mike were like a comedy team, and the three of us were very close. When you saw one of us, you could bet the other two were not far from that very spot. I moved on to my new school and went in a new direction. My first girlfriend, Karen Ellis became just another junior high crush for me. But I must say I have always appreciated Karen as a very good person. And still think of her often. Late in the summer between my 9th grade school year and my first year at Monterey High School I fell in love with Glenda Tillman. I will forever remember our first kiss. I can't say that about too many girls. My decision to date other girls was an emotional backfire for a long time. During my time at Atkins Junior High, Donnie Baker and I became friends. I introduced Donnie to Ricky Poe and Mike Stotts, and the threesome become a foursome. Baker, Stotts, Poe and I did a lot of stupid things together. Some of the stupidest stuff we did had to do with alcohol consumption. At the beginning of my sophomore year I met Sparky Sparks. Sparky had transferred to Monterey from some other city. He knew nobody. So I took it upon myself to befriend Sparky. After all, Sparky was a football teammate, and I certainly knew how it felt to be the new guy. Sparky was a nut, and so he was ready for anything. I was hurting from my decision to date other girls, and wishing only to be with Glenda. It was unfortunate for my emotional state of mind that guys flocked to Glenda, and she was now going steady with an upper class varsity football and track guy. So one Friday night in spring, Stotts, Poe, Sparks, Baker, and I went about scoring booze in order to make a Friday night adventure. Sparky had a contact, and we somehow got a fifth of vodka and a fifth of rum. I think that was more than enough. Our destination was The Golden Horseshoe Drive-In Theater. The Golden Horseshoe was a breeze for us to sneak in to, so we spent many nights at the drive-in theater. The movie showing on that night was The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly starring Clint Eastwood. The movie started, and Sparky and I began to over indulge in a very stupid way. The others drank very slowly and stayed in control, but Sparky and I had gone way over the limit way too fast. The sober three decided that we had to leave the drive-in because Sparky and I were acting very loud and drunk, and sure to draw a great amount of attention to Baker's blue 1956 Chevy with the five teenage boys in it. Baker drove us to The Space Park, so that the three sober guys could figure out what to do with the two drunk guys. The Space Park had a big slide that was a Rocket Ship. We would climb the ladder to the top of the Rocket and the slide curved around and down to the launch pad. The Space Park was dark, and we were there by ourselves. You must understand that by this time Sparky and I were rubber legged, fat tongued, stupid 16-year-olds who were, for the first time in our lives totally out of control. The worst thing for me was that Glenda lived near the park and I was having a horrible Glenda withdrawal in reaction to my being slobbery drunk. I kept trying to run to Glenda's house yelling very loudly "GLENDA...." Well Stotts, Poe, and Baker thought this would be a perfect opportunity to polish up on their tackling techniques. Poe and Stotts had both dropped out of football, but we all still liked a good sandlot game, so a little practice never hurt. And so the three sober ones decided to make the two drunk ones into tackling dummies. I would take off running and yelling "GLENDA", and the three sober ones would take turns form tackling me. Every once in a while the three sober ones might take a punch at one of the drunk guys in order to tell us to shut up. I kept saying "Don't hit me no more Donnie!" I remember the three sober guys laughing and having so much fun beating us up and tackling me. I remember Sparky laughing a lot, and the three sober ones telling him to shut up. He didn't shut up, and so Sparky was enlisted as a tackling dummy also, and as best I can recall he did as well as I did. I am sure that Sparky and I were more than a handful of trouble for the three sober guys, but it's pretty rough being banged around. (I think it was anyway) Well it was very early in the night when they got tired of all the stupid drunk stuff. They decided to put Sparky and me in the trunk of Donnie's 1956 Chevy and drive us home. When they pulled up to my house I got out, and I fell a couple of times on the way to the door. Poe and Stotts got me to my porch, and then rang the door bell and ran like hell to the get away car where Baker was waiting. I remember lying in the doorway as the door opened and one of my sisters stood in the there. It was still early, and the family was home enjoying something on television. I must have scarred my sister to death. She went for parental help, and quickly arrived back with the family, and the dog. Everybody was horrified except the dog who kept licking my face as I lay in the hallway. My mother was saying "He's drunk. He's drunk George." I was cleaned up, and put to bed with the news that my front tooth was badly broken. Everyone was horrified. I remember feeling so very bad, and realizing that this whole thing, was not just a surreal happening, or a bad dream. It was real. Man I had screwed up bad. The three sober guys claimed that I broke the tooth in a fall. I thought perhaps a right cross or a big round house might have landed solidly. I don't remember. I went to the dentist on Saturday morning, and had a cap put on the broken tooth. I must have smelled swell. I know I felt horrible about the whole thing, with promises to never do that again. I was humiliated, and the whole family voted to ground me for a month. I begged to be allowed to go on my date with Bridgette Burkholder. I mean it was Bridgette Burkholder for God's sake. With a sense of pity I was allowed to go out that night with Bridgette, and a broken tooth, and an humiliation to my soul. But did all that keep me out of trouble for long?

Paul Bullock