Haven't done anything on this page in a
while. I have a lot of blogs. This is my oldest and I wanna start
posting stuff again. I work at a high school watching kids wear what
was in style when I was in school myself except there was far less
funk and perfume. I was talking to my lady about 1-900 numbers and
how they existed when I was growing up. One day my parents confronted
me and my older brother (three years older than me) about a bunch of
phone calls that were made to
Woody Woodpecker. Yeah. The cartoon
bird. Back in the 80's they used to play these commercials where you
could call Woody,
KITT from
Knight Rider, Santa Claus, and so forth.
I am sure it is just someone imitating these characters but people
would shell out money to talk to them. And kids. But not me. I wanted
to. I got my ass beat and I didn't even get to talk to Woody! I would
say about 75% of the times I got my ass beat as a child was because
of something someone else did. My brother later admitted that he was
the one that made the calls. This wasn't once or twice. It was a
stack of paper receipts showing how many times he had called. I'm
still mad about this and none of the people involved in that tale are
even alive.
