Early in our relationship, this was nearly prior to there being one, but - not quite, we had this great old apartment in the Riverside part of town in Jacksonville. El Dorado was emblazoned on the front of the building. It was a four-plex. Two apartments up and two down. cadona and I had a roommate who's name coincidentally, was Tom. Tom was a nurse or nurse's aid. Great guy too...And Tom liked to make home brewed beer. He would bottle it in those old glass 32 ounce coke bottles. 'Member those?
This roommate's limited partnership split as all usually do. Tome went - I dunno maybe back to school? cadona and I rented an apartment on the north side of town. Little rough - but hell.
Tom gave us as a parting gift 3 or 4 bottles of his last batch of brew - And it was a dark batch. We put them in the closet that was off the living room. I sorta forgot about them. We were young and poor and either this place didn't have AC or we kept it off most of the time. And it was warmish, I seem to remember.
cadona was off in the kitchen or something and I was perched on the sofa in the living room, I think. Watching TV (if we even had one) or listening to music. Mind you, this was a long time ago and my memories (after all this time) are allowed to be a little hazy. Plus it was the 1970's, so I'm sure I was stoned (or worse) most of the time anyway.
Any way, I'm sitting in the living room or something...I hear this explosion like sound. Granted, in the 'hood where we were living at the time you would hear gunshots occasionally. (It seemed at the time to be marginally above ghetto!) I'm about ready to hit the deck - when I hear another one! And it seemed to come from the closet!
I swear it sounded like small caliber arms fire. Thought for a moment my sordid past (and I was only 18-19 at the time, mind. But I already had one) had finally caught up to me! *Pop!*...*POP!!*
The closet?? Oh shit! Sure enough - open the closet door - and two of those beauties had blown their caps within seconds of each other and spewed their contents into the confines of the closet! Eewe!
Is there a moral to this story? Nope! Just an unintentional Science Experiment.
A memory brought on by jules_perox 's post about his (and The Boss') anniversary.