Here's one for you, though:
Bill Wink
From the Tape Deck?
don't get me started on tape deck stories. i worked there for 3 years. it was the best & worst job ive ever had. billy wink is a CRAZY person. to this day i have no idea how that place stayed in business.
reminds me of a story
around the summer of 1985 tony brown (again, didn't go to f.p.c. but clark & james know him) & i spend a couple hours shooting pool in the little pool hall/sandwich shop on us1 across from the teen club where that kid died. every now & then we would go out to tony's car & enjoy a tasty beer. when we ran out of beer tony produces a bottle of wild turkey from his trunk. as teenagers there is only so long you can spend drunk in one spot before something or someone will cause trouble. its never good to stay in one place very long. we decide it was time to more along. we grab the bottle & jump in tony's car to go to a party bill wink is throwing for tape deck employees (my older brother worked there for years. he is the one who got me the job years later).
billy is a crazy person but he does throw a damn fine party. food, booze, volleyball in his pool. all the makings of a fine summer afternoon. i got my friends, i got a buzz, there are chicken wings & pretty girls in the pool in bikini's. life is good. that where things went down hill pretty quick.
now the rest of the story i have only remember in bits & pieces. my brother filled me in on some parts & every couple years tony will tell me something he remembers or isn't afraid to tell any more after so many years.
needless to say tony & i are drunk. very drunk. very very very drunk. too drunk to be driving! (don't drink & drive! IT IS NOT COOL!) apparently i fill my pockets with chicken wings (i love chicken wings!) & we drive down the street to some girl tony has the hot's for house. again, i don't remember any of this. she isnt home so we go to leave. i jump on the hood of tony's car & tell him to drive & he takes off. here is where the laws of physics take over "an object in motion tends to remain in motion.....blah, blah, blah... you know the rest." when he stopped i (the stupid drunk guy with pockets full of chicken wings) remain in motion. off the hood on to the ground. chicken fly's everywhere. my shoes fly off. none of this is good! this sucks. there is a lady in the front yard of the house i land in front off who comes over just as tony runs out to see if im dead. from what i understand this is the conversation that my good friend tony had with this lady:
nice lady: oh my god! that's peter von taborsky. he works at barnett bank
my good friend tony: no its not
nice lady: is he dead?
my good friend tony: he's fine
there is blood every where. my head, my shoulders, my ass & a big ass cut on my right foot. my eyes are rolled back in my head & i am moaning.
tony picks me up & loads me in his car.
now tony was (& still is) a good friend. i was in scouts with him from the time we were 11 to the time we were 18. he would spend weekend with my family & visa versa. we were like brothers. he was the kind of guy who would come in your house & make himself a sandwich with out asking. family.
not knowing if i was gonna live or die he did what most 16 year old, future eagle scouts would do. knowing my parents where out of town, he dropped me off at my door step & took off.
my brother comes home from the party & finds me passed out on the front step. some how he doesn't notice the blood & figures i am just shit faced (he was most likely drunk also). he dumps me in bed. about an hour goes by & the phone rings. its fatima. william comes in my room to tell me fatima was on the phone. sees blood everywhere, gets back on the phone & has the following conversation with fatima:
william: hay..........fatima........peter is..............sleeping
fatima: really, didn't he hang out with tony today?
william: do you have any hydrogen peroxide?
so this is where i kinda start remembering stuff. william takes me out of bed, strips me down & throws me in the shower (i promise not all my stories will end up like this. someone getting stripped & showered). i remember being in there for what seems like a very long time. crying because i was drunk & in a whole lot of pain. things were about to get worse.
fatima comes over with the hydrogen peroxide. now im drunk, in pain & embarrassed. they clean my pathetic self up best they could. dress me & decide getting me out of the house would be smart because my parents were do home that night.
next thing i remember im crying in the sable palm plaza movie theater. my brother took me to see "mad max beyond the thunderdom". even if you are not drunk & hadnt been thrown off the hood of a car, this is not a good movie. i slept & cried through most of it. to this day i haven't seen the whole thing.
being the slacker student i am, i had to go to summer school at westwood the next day. needless to say i didn't make it through the whole day. after throwing up on the floor in class the teacher sent me to the nurse. the nurse called my mom, who took me to the emergancy room. a "mild concussion" is what the doctor said i had. i think he also use the phrase "lucky to be alive".
when asked what i did, i told my folks that i slipped playing volleyball. as far as i know they still think that. but maybe not.
i love this story. every time i look at the scar on my foot i think of bill wink, my good friend tony brown & how i hate wild turkey.
more stories to come!
