In my eleventh grade year of high school, I’d already been into the “punk scene” for, about, three years, a guy from one of my classes, Bill, got into punk and wanted to start hanging out with the “punk” guys from school. So, one Saturday afternoon I got dropped off at Bill’s house, and he played some music and started pulling out some Flipside magazines – talking about which bands he liked, on and on like that. I started to get a bit bored and was going to head out, and then Bill says “You want to do some crazy punk stuff?” I admit I was curious, so I said, “What do you have in mind?” Bill said “Follow me,” and I followed him over a couple of fences, climbed up a tree or two and finally up the side of a building and onto a rooftop. Once there, I was like . . . now what? Bill then ran to the side of the building and came back with an arm full of oranges. Orange trees were growing alongside this building. So, I sat down on the edge of the building and waited for the show. Bill started crawling on his belly, military-style, until he got to the edge of the building, once there he started beaming oranges at any car that drove by. Now Bill came from a relatively upscale neighborhood in Encino, so the cars he was nailing were BMW’s and Mercedes. Fifteen minutes of this — sirens came blaring. Which made Bill extremely excited (he was possibly ADD or ADHD, which is ADD in HD) and he tells me not to worry he has this planned out. He just yelled to follow him, and we went down a drainpipe, through a school gymnasium, over some other fence and finally into his backyard.
Once we got into his house I asked him what was that all about? He said he was hoping to “Hang out with somebody who down for some real punk rock stuff.” I just shook my head, and asked: “How was that punk rock?” And Bill says “Punk rock is about going ape-shit!” I told him “Bill, I’m not an authority, but tossing oranges at your neighbor’s cars isn’t exactly punk rock.”
Bill was pretty bummed. We didn’t hang out again. About ten years later, my brother and I bumped into him; he was working at a Blockbuster Video on Ventura Blvd., in Encino. He was a funny enough guy.
– Last One To Die, 2011