Remember, like, when you were in your 20's, and like...

[LeftyFingerPop]

you kind of hung out with these people that were kind of strange, and like you would go to their house and there would be these fucking dishes in the sink from last week, and like, you wondered what the fuck they ate because when you would open the fridge there was nothing in there but a bottle of lemon juice and maybe an egg, and there were all of these Geddy Lee posters on the wall and these "Rush" albums on the floor, and you would see these pieces of paper and napkins and shit all over the place with the lyrics to "Tom Sawyer" written on them, and the paper would have these weird stains on them, and the stains looked kinda skanky so you were afraid to touch the paper?

Know what I'm sayin'?

[LeftyFingerPop]

1. And they would have this word that they used for everything...

"Squiz".

Yo squiz, what's the squizzle?

Don't forget the squiz, my man.

Let's squiz over to the grocery store and get some squiz in a can, squizbro.

Jesus on a squiz board, my back is on the squiz from too much squizzin'.

I'm tellin' ya....I had a strange life.

[LeftyFingerPop]

2. And there was this, like...

chunk of something on the wall.

They said it was pizza from a party that got out of control last night.

"Oh yeah, that squiz started throwin' food around and some of the pizza ended up under the velvet cat picture...what a fuckin' squiz.

Then you would go there, like 5 years later, and the pizza was still there.

Only it was painted over with some paint that didn't match the rest of the wall.

[LeftyFingerPop]

3. And bottlecaps...

You couldn't walk anywhere without stepping on a fucking bottlecap.

They took a piece of cardboard and glued bottlecaps to it as an artform.

They did one in the shape of Elvis "The King of all rock and roll", only it looked nothing like him. It looked more like a tree....sort of.

[LeftyFingerPop]

4. God forbid you had to go to the bathroom there...

Even though the bathroom door would be wide open, you would walk in and there would be some guy sitting on the toilet, and he would say..."C'mon in squiz, I'll be done in a few minutes". And you would back out of the room and say "That's ok, I'll wait".

[LeftyFingerPop]

5. If you happened to peek into the bedroom...

There would be like, six people crashed out in the twin bed.

So you would ask the guy....Hey, who are all those people in the bed, and the guy would say "Dunno Squiz".

[LeftyFingerPop]

6. And the guy's girlfriend would call you quietly aside...

And say...."Hey squiz, wanna see something"?

And she would pull out this planter with some strange weed growing out of it, only it was not pot...it was something she called "Boko Sponisis" and she got the seeds from Argentina and you would run the weed on your forearm and in 30 minutes you would see nothing but monkeys.

[MiddleFingerMom]

7. Remember WHEN I was in my 20's?

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You're describing my place SINCE I was in my 20's.
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'Cept you're sugar-coating it quite a bit. Thanks.
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And :nuke: :nuke: c'mon in, squiz :nuke: I'm almost done :nuke: :nuke: squizzin' in :nuke: here. :nuke:
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[LeftyFingerPop]

8. He had two beagles....

and he named them BOTH "Boris".

I asked them how he called them when he only wanted one of them to come.

He said "C'mere Boris"

I asked him which one would come, and he said "Boris".

[LeftyFingerPop]

9. There was some kind of structural problem with the floor in the living room...

and there was this huge hole in the floor. So they stapled a diaper over it, then they put up a huge sign that said "CAUTION: DO NOT STEP ON DIAPER".

[LeftyFingerPop]

10. Every room had two cans of RAID.

There was rust around the bottom rim of each can.

[Biker13]

11. Oh Lordy!

I'm new, so I don't know anything about you LeftyFingerPop, but I hope you write professionally! I'm laughing my ass off!

Now I have to go find all your posts!

Biker's Old Lady

[LeftyFingerPop]

22. Biker13....welcome and

thank you for the nice compliment. :hi:

[redwitch]

13. Yo squiz!

Didn't know you'd been to my kid's apartment in Boston!

[HopeHoops]

12. Not really, man. I was kind of stoned back then.

:hippie:

[Kali]

14. ...

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

I do kinda remember:smoke:

[rug]

15. I always touched the paper.

[Urban Prairie]

16. 20s??

I am in my early 50s, and the widower guy below me (60) in our condo complex w/ a 9 year old son, has a condo so filthy, moldy smelling, and trash/dirty clothing-strewn (esp. the kitchen...yikes!!) that I feel like I should wear a hazmat suit when he asks me to visit to fix a problem w/ his desktop computer's OS (Win XP)

I bet he wonders why I only stay there as long as it takes to fix the problem, and will refuse a soft drink in a cup or glass and/or any kind of food/snacks while I am there...lol!!

We occasionally will babysit his son as a favor to them, and let him watch a DVD movie, if his father has to go somewhere without him, but the kid is ill-mannered, rude, clumsy, and a very sloppy eater. No matter what he snacks on or drinks, he manages to spill/smear some or most of of it on himself or whatever he is sitting on.

The last time he was here, he spilled his soft drink all over one of the cushions of our love-seat couch. My wife blew her stack, and he began crying, but my wife then apologized for yelling at him, and calmed him down.. His father is waay too obese to climb the stairs to visit us, and his son is getting there as well, he must be over 200 lbs easily. The kid much prefers to be in our condo rather his own, and has begun to come over almost every night after school and having their "dinner" (whatever that is) to nosily see or ask what we are doing, and often won't leave even when we repeatedly tell him that we are busy and have no time for him.

I chalk up his son's troubles to the fact that his mother died (suicide from crack addition) and we do feel sorry for him. But he is getting more and more obnoxious with each passing year, and wants to tag along with me or my wife whenever we are leaving to go somewhere. He is also becoming a troublemaker at school, and has been suspended several times already this year. We feel that his father is obviously not capable of raising him properly, and his son has zero respect for his dad, and has often beat on him, calls him filthy names, and throws things at him when they get in a fight, which is rapidly becoming an everyday thing, and we can hear them below us screaming at each other for hours.

His father is a disabled diabetic, and has had bypass heart surgery. By the time that kid reaches his teens, it would not surprise me if he severely injures, if not kills his father. At only nine years old, he is already quite strong and is just huuge.

[LeftyFingerPop]

19. That's a horrible situation...

I feel bad for all involved.

[azmouse]

17. You like have a really strange life dude.

whoa....

[lunatica]

18. When I was in my twenties the word was 'groovy'

The lights were black lights and the posters were psychedelic.

Peace was a full color dream

And music talked

[LeftyFingerPop]

20. Then, more than once while you'd be sitting on the couch watching TV...

This guy known only as "Mike" would walk in the front door without knocking. Nobody really knew who he was. He had long blond hair down to his waist, and he was about 6'8" and weighed about 150 pounds.

Mike would say "Got any cigs squiz"?

"Check under the fridge".

"Oh yeah"

So Mike would walk to the closet, pull out a wire hanger, and unbend it so it was straight.

Then, he would kneel down in front of the fridge and start violently waving and prodding the hanger under the fridge back and forth side to side. Fwap fwap fwap.

Huge dust bunnies would be sticking to his long hair.

Finally, a 20 year old Vantage Light butt would pop out from under the fridge.

Mike would stand up, light it, and smoke it while smiling and shaking the dust from his locks.

Then, he would say "thanks Squiz" and walk out.

When you would ask who that Mike is, the guy would say "Dunno, Squiz".

[Xipe Totec]

21. hung out? You kidding? That was me!

I was the hungee!

[LeftyFingerPop]

23. I heard a rumor...

that you were hungee.

[Xipe Totec]

26. I don't like to toot my own horn

In a manner of speaking...

[Robeson]

24. No, I was dropping acid back then...

...and even on acid, I knew Rush sucked.

[ismnotwasm]

25. I do remember one house

Vaguely remember anyway, I think I went to jail that night-- They decorated their kitchen with wall to wall half racks boxes of Ranier beer. It was impressive, it was a fairly large wall.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

27. Roger Daltry and The Who, Jimi and Janis ...

uhm, Geddy Lee? Not so much. squiz me, dude.

[begin_within]

28. The couch and the coffee table were the center of the universe

on the shelf of the coffee table was a shoebox with no lid, and in that was a small plastic bong and a pack of rolling papers, and a baggie with only seeds and stems in it, but repeatedly someone would roll it around and try to squeeze some more leaves out. There was usually an action figure on the coffee table, but nobody knew whose it was, and it kept falling over, probably 20 times in an evening, but whoever was nearest to it would automatically stand it back up again, without even thinking or discussing it, and the record album would end, but everyone was talking so much that it took a few minutes of the blip-blip-blip sound of the record player before everyone collectively realized that the music had stopped, then there was discussion of who should get up and flip the record over, but it was always the guy with the longest hair who knew how to handle record albums gingerly to avoid scratches, and there was always one person in the group who was more interesting and had more life experience than everyone else, and that person started telling stories and everyone else was rapt with interest in them, except for the couple quietly necking at the end of the couch, and then someone noticed it was time for Saturday Night Live to come on, and the TV was turned on but the sound was still off, while the music still played, and eventually someone figured out that the music had to be turned off and the TV sound turned on, but by that time 30 minutes of the show had gone by, and there was a clank of glass beer bottles hitting the kitchen trash, and a few people would congregate at the front doorstep, illuminated by the porch light, and by then at least one person would be passed out still in a sitting upright position on the couch but their head laid back, and then someone would pull out a beautiful blue glass ashtray and put it on the coffee table and everybody marveled at it but nobody used it because nobody was smoking anything. Then car lights lit up the window curtains and everyone instinctively realized it was time to go home. But... when the small informal house party was "officially" over with, that's when the really deep and meaningful conversations got going.