picture it...winter...the year
i had cashed in my recycable cans that i had collected around my town
add'n to that...some of my paper route money from the shopper i delivered
i had earned enough green backs to purchase the much anticipated primitive musical apparatus...known as a cassette...from my fav-o-rit singer
Culture Club's "WAKING UP WITH THE HOUSE ON FIRE" was all mine
i ended up have'n to buy the cassette 2 more times though...cuz my tape player decided to have the 1st 2 copies fer an afternoon lunch snack
that same year...Drew Barrymore appeared in Stephen King's "Firestarter"
one turned into a devistating event...the other was a disasterous event
picture it...december 8th...the year
music legend John Lennon and his wife Yoko Ono had returnd home that nite from the record'n studio...mix'n their song "walking on thin ice"
that same nite...though i was not cutt'n any musical album...i had dinner and i remember talk'n to my 4 year old brother Sean before bed
sometime in the middle of that cold snowy nite...i was awoken from my sleep...and i was literally...wake'n up with the house on fire
it's like try'n to put together a gigantic puzzle of yer life...
i recall stand'n outside in the snow...as the snow fell...in my pajamas...
with all of my siblings in theirs...next to our green station wagon
except for my 4 year old brother Sean...who...for whatever reason...
my oldest brother Jim was live'n with my aunt at the time...and my dad had passed away 12 months earlier from leukemia..so instictively...i felt like i was the "man of the house" and needed to go back inside the house to search for for my brother Sean
i remember being told to get the fire extinguisher by the wood pile in the basement..and as i ran down the long staircase to our basement...
as i turned back...i spotted the fire extinguisher next to the pile of wood...
so back up the basement staircase i ran...thru the unfinished room on the second floor my dad had started build'n a couple of years before so all 8 of us would have our own bedroom...and raced up another flight of stairs to the 3rd floor to search for my brother Sean
by this point...the snap...crackle...pop of the flames had intensified
once i had reached the top of the stairs to our bedrooms...the smoke was as thick as molassess in january...make'n it impossible to see anything
the next flashback was my mom's fist bang'n on our neighbors door...
as we all gathered in their basement...i remember sitt'n on the couch and watch'n the special news report that nite...that John Lennon had been shot
the rest of the events from that nite have become just small pieces of memory from a puzzled moment in time...and though it comes to me in small pockets of time during my dreams still after all these years...or when some close relationship comes to an end whether it be intimate...with family or with friends
i always end up feel'n like i'm wake'n up with the house on fire
2 people taken by tragedy in one nite
one by a disasterous turn of events
the other by a devistating turn of events
2 events...4 years apart...both devistating and disasterous moments of time...each in their own respect
it's funny how people compare and contrast certain events or situations
after years of being charged to sit on someone's couch to fumble thru my scrapbook of memories....wish'n i could take a much better shot...as many of us do with our own lives from time to time...maybe it's time for me to just get off my dress?