This is the other co-founder, me, Rick Raab-Faber. A third member - one credited with the plan according to some, is a certain "Pissant," a man so high up in the American Aviation industry that I can't even hint at his name... ah, fuck it. It's Martin Maskill. I've got a pic of him somewhere that I'll post soon.
Rick and I both decided not to attend our High School graduation ceremony. Instead, we strarted walking around 6:00pm from the heights down toword Mission Hills apartments for what was to be the BIG party after the big to-do.I think we helped the band set up and made sure the beer kegs were properly chilled. We both showed up with our beer steins at the ready. I think Rick had several of those little black cats hanging from his stein, the one that came on bottles of some wine(Rattskellar?). We were faced by the time everyone else showed and the party which was quickly dispersed by APD. 1976, drunk and ready to take on the world. "Wait up a sec. Rick,I gotta piss."
ReplyDeleteSchwartze Katze was the wine.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes. How could I be so foolish.
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