Ukies--26. Snowballers

Snowballers

The entrance to the school building was on a side street, Hall Place, but the main entrance was at the front, 6^th Street, and seemed to be reserved for priests and nuns and visitors from outside. At night some big boys would walk by and take a leak in the doorway/alcove but mostly it was already stained with piss and vomit from the nearby McSorley’s Ale House across from Hall Place on 7^th street, whose patrons seemed to take a beer-piss as they staggered away from their drunken escapades.

The school en-fenced the alcove to stop this thing from happening but one morning they found a drunkard who had climbed over the fence, took his piss, and immediately fell asleep in the safe haven of the school.

One snowy Friday evening as the school was holding its Teen Hop festivities; I was in a doorway across the street with Petro and making snowballs to sling at the dancers as they came out from their dance. A few drinkers walked out of their way from McSorley’s but they seemed to ignore us as we did them.

It was fun talking about who we were going to get --each had a favorite-- but the question of why we hadn’t gone in and taken our chances and shared a dance with our favorites just never did come up. We were going to share love with the girls we wanted by a snowball thrown at them in the night.

We paced and talked and laughed as the do-wop music echoed in the night from the dance hall in school. Suddenly the door opened and out came a boy and girl, the boy wearing a winter overcoat and the girl protected by one of hers over a bouffant dress she had on.

Petro lobed a snowball at them even before I knew what he was doing. It flew across the air but landed uselessly on the snow covered sidewalk near them. Right away he threw another; we had made a mountain of snowballs just for the occasion. I was right behind him as another couple exited the dance floor and found themselves buried by a fuselage of snowy-filled bombardment. They ran down the street and me and Petro laughed and laughed as still others came out and got the same from us.

All of a sudden Petro took a snowball in the side of his face; now who could have thrown that? Another snowball came flying at us barely striking me as still another was lobed at us…thrown by a laughing pair of drunken guys who had just downed a few and exited McSorley’s. Their snowballs at us were thrown a lot harder and faster, there were adults after all; Petro and I took off down the street away from the drunken snowballers.

We separated on the corner, mumbling at the creeps who had destroyed our fun and each going his own way through the snow…to go home…each dreaming about the girls we were after… and masturbate…

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