First it was your father Marty. And now you?
I drank my first Lowenbrau to The Goonies.
I touched my debutante breast after tossing this verbal bouquet.
I chopped up Jason Voorhees into hundreds of little masked psychopaths with you at Camp Crystal Lake. And awkwardly worshipped Lark Voorheis from afar-just like you did.
And I played the dope show alongside you for the better part of my wan, benumbed twenties.
And now you're sailing your gilded yacht up somewhere in the Great Beyond, gazing down upon mankind with a ready twinkle in your eye and smile on your beautiful face--knowing we'll all one day leave our earthly vessels and fly up there to dance with you yet again.
Humbled,
Denny DelVecchio
4 comments:
Busted cold on the Lark Voorhies analysis...many civilizations perished in various gym socks during the early 90's due to the that workout video...you know what I'm folkin' talkin'bout...
Guilty as charged.
D, I'm not sure how it happened, but while trolling the net for hoars (found them!- http://images.travelpod.com/users/scottnelson88/1.1277604683.hoars-frost.jpg ), I somehow ended up here.
I just want you to know that this post almost made me urinate myself. Normally I wouldn't share such personal info, but my counselor says the only way to get over my intimacy issues is by "putting it all out there" (only not the way I usually do).
Ah, Denny. It's men like you who make me wish I wasn't going overseas next month to marry respected Mayan tribe leader Uincir Dz'acab.
Hoping the other Corey's okay too,
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I had forgotten about this post. But not the legend it memorialized.
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