was October, 1982, and I was stuck at home on a Friday night.
wanted to go do something, but there was nothing to do. I had
checked the paper for listings for the local punk clubs ....
Ichabod's in Fullerton had nothing ... Cuckoos Nest in Costa
Mesa, also nothing. I felt too lazy to drive to LA, So I resigned
to write the evening off; sit home, drink beer, and watch TV.
there I was; kicking back in my favorite comfortable chair,
watching the tube, when suddenly the doorbell rang. I opened
the door to find my friend's younger brother, Vince and his
girl friend Lanette, half drunk on my front porch.
let them into the house, and Vince pulled out a flyer for a
punk birthday party in nearby Huntington Beach, with musical
entertainment provided by an HB punk band named "Psycho
Bud". Vince and Lanette had no car, and they needed a ride
to Huntington Beach.
knew Vince's older brother fairly well, and he was basically
normal and trustworthy. But younger brother Vince was another
matter; a teenage alcoholic with a violent criminal mentality.
I had seen him chase a hippy out of a party with a buck knife
before, just because the guy had long hair.
wasn't really crazy about the idea of spending the evening with
Vince and his battered girlfriend Lanette, but being young,
stupid, and bored, I figured what the hell, I've got nothing
better to do.
hopped into my `71 Toyota Corrolla, and sped off onto the freeway.
About five minutes into the drive, it became apparent that all
was not well with Vince and Lanette. It turned out that Vince's
beloved grandad had died that morning, and Vince had been hitting
the Jack Daniels pretty hard all afternoon.
we're speeding down the freeway, and Vince is alternately bawling
and cursing out Lanette, gradually working himself into a bigger
and bigger frenzy. By the time we were half way to Huntington
Beach, Vince was screaming at Lanette, and making threatening
jabs in her general direction.
first, he was just flailing at her, but as the ride progressed
he started to throw actual punches, and connect. The rest of
the way to the party, I was driving with one hand, and trying
to hold Vince off Lanette with the other, while my tiny Toyota
lurched and bounced each time Vince lunged and swung at Lanette.
the time we arrived at the party, I had decided that I would
ditch both Vince and Lanette. "Screw `em, let `em find
another way home, I've had enough.". I would just stay
long enough to hear a couple of songs, then I would split before
anyone noticed I was gone.
Bud" was getting set up next to the swimming pool at the
very large, luxurious house where the birthday party was being
held. The party was packed, there were about three hundred punks
and other miscreants crammed into this rich kid's back yard.
was a lengthy wait for the band to set up, but finally they
Psycho Bud had played about three songs, the cops arrived; lots
of cops, maybe twelve patrol cars. So I immediately slipped
out the back gate, and headed for my car, thinking to myself
that this was the perfect excuse for not enduring another ride
with Vince and Lanette.
as I walked up to my car, there was Vince, being pummeled by
three unknown punks right next to the car. Great! So now I had
to rescue Vince from a fight.
yelled at the three punks to leave Vince alone, and for some
reason they did; maybe it was because I was about a foot taller
than them, and I looked like I was about ready to lose it, or
maybe it was because they too had babysat a pathetic drunken
stopped slugging Vince, but held him down, as the middle punk
explained that Vince had accused them of saying something bad
about his grandfather and started the fight. Vince still wanted
to fight, and it was quite a struggle cramming him into the
car, even with the help of the three unknown punks.
the evening was not over. With Vince ranting and drooling in
the front seat and Lanette nowhere to be found, we joined the
traffic jam that formed as the punks fled the sleepy neighborhood.
We were creeping along at about fifteen miles an hour, when
Vince spotted Lanette walking down the sidewalk. He screamed
"Lanette!!" and jumped out the door without waiting
for the car to stop. He stumbled and fell in the street, then
picked himself up, ran straight to Lanette and started pounding
on her again.
would say that this would have been a good time to split, but
instead, I kind of flipped. I stopped the car in the street,
jumped out, walked up to Vince, nailed him square in the nose
with a right jab (never saw it coming), and then Lanette and
I loaded him into the car and took off. While this was going
on, just down the street the cops were still busy arresting
the last few unruly punks, that refused to leave the party.
the trip home, Vince woke up again, and was feeling remorseful
about his boxing match with Lanette. In fact, he felt so bad
that he tried to jump out of the car while we were speeding
down the Freeway at about 65 miles an hour. He almost made it
too, he was half way out the window.
we're flying down the road with Vince half way out of the car.
I tried to drive with one hand and pull Vince back into the
car with the other, but he was too heavy. We had to pull over
on the side of the freeway, haul Vince back into the car again
(back seat this time), then burn rubber back onto the freeway
in order to merge with the speeding traffic.
the rest of the drive, I was worried that Vince would flip out
again. I had decided that this time I would slug him if he even
looked like he was up to anything funny, but fortunately, he
just sat whimpering in the back seat until we got back to Orange.
next morning, I was cleaning out my car. Lanette had been wearing
three or four pierces in each ear the night before, and I found
them all in the back seat ripped out by Vince's clawing and
punching, along with a couple handfuls of her hair.