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DONT
RUN
A ROCKIN AND ROLLIN MEMOIR
STEVEN
JAE
JOHNSON
ISBN-13 978-0-9848162-6-2
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014955815
Track List
Side I: Verse
Intro....................................................................... 1
A Summer Place ..................................................... 5
Hes a Rebel ......................................................... 21
Poor Little Fool .................................................... 40
Dedication
To Lana, Chad, and Joey
WALK,
DONT
RUN
Verse
Intro
A Summer Place
While the budding starlets of Montebello Senior High School strolled effortlessly in their
tight skirts and taboo-drenched fashion, I watched as
Joey Zagarino criss-crossed and darted across the front
lawn straight at me.
Everything about Joey was musical: the cadence of
his speech sounded like lyrics to a song; the way he
strutted instead of walked; the way the current top ten
hits like The Peppermint Twist erupted from him as
if they were poems. His penetrating manner made him
a magnet to anyone lucky enough to know him. He
was pure musical energy waiting for a place to explode.
At fifteen-years-old and five-foot-ten with dark hair
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A Summer Place
After school, I arrived at Joeys house on Taylor Avenue. Set up in the living room, Joey said.
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My mind swirled as
I listened to Joeys excitement over the phone. Cryin in the Rain by the
Everly Brothers played softly in my room from radio
station KRLA.
We got the gig for the Car Club Association this
weekend, daddy-o! Joey was yelling over the phone.
Its at the Taylor Ranch House this Saturday night,
and Eddie Olmos can sing a few songs with us after
he gets off work later. Were going to kill em. Twenty-five bucks apiece.
Boss!
And youre goin to sing your balls off, Johnson.
Ahooooo! Joey wailed over the line. I cracked up, listening to Joeys mother in the background objecting
to her sons language once again.
Sorry, Ma. Gotta go, daddy-o. Later. Joey hung
up.
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fourteen. I wanted to date her, but knew it was impossible. She knew it, too.
Hi, honey, she mused excitedly.
Hi, Gidget, I smiled. I curled my lip in an Elvis impersonation and lowered my voice. Got a little
song for you here tonight.
No, she said holding up her hand. I have one
for you.
Her excitement made her cheeks red and her breath
short. She brought out a piece of paper from her purse
and unfolded it intensely, looking over her shoulder.
I know, she said turning back to me. Go around
the house to the driveway gate. I dont want anyone to
hear this except us.
Sure, I said, excited. I almost flew from the
ground to the driveway, noticing a tingling in my
stomach.
She carefully came out the kitchen door like a cat
burglar. A waist-high gate separated us. The moonlight shimmered softly on her blonde hair, making her
appear even more angelicalmost surreal.
Here it goes, she said. This song was written for
you and me.
She began softly:
Born too late for you to notice me.
Im just a kid, that you wont date.
Why was I born too late?
I see you walk with another.
I wish it could be me.
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at Joey as we walked
Hes a Rebel
Once we arrived at
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trouble. Rusty, just pull into the parking lot and well
go in and hang out for a few hours. Its only eleven
thirty.
No problem, I said, relieved.
As I signaled to turn left into the Bowls parking
lot, a siren blared and swirling red and blue lights filled
the car.
Where in the hell did they come from?!?! I yelled.
I flashed a distressed look of panic into the rear view
mirror, straightening up rigidly.
Shit! Ed Winn screamed from the back seat.
Shit, Johnson. Run! Hoops shouted.
Where? I screamed. Were turning into the
Bowling Alley!
My house! Your house! Anywhere! yelled Joey.
Knowing that the safety of Joeys house was literally
one hundred yards from us and hidden behind a sixfoot block wall, I gunned the car and headed for the
alley behind Joeys house.
We were now running from the cops. Sweat formed
on my hands beneath the steering wheel. Since I was
at the wheel and it was my car, the ultimate decision
was mine. If we got caught, which looked like a sure
bet, it would be my ass. Joey, Mike, and Winn would
be let off with a slap on the weenie, but I would get
the book thrown at me.
Fear had a smell, and The Upsets stank of it. Suddenly, I yelled like some cheesy actor in a B movie.
Im skidding to the back of the Bowling Alley by the
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wall. Well all go over it! Theyll never find us. Well go
over the fence and into Joeys house. Got it?
Yeah, Joey answered.
Mike and Winn were too busy losing their bladders
in the back seat. Their faces looked like crazy clowns
in some freak show, bobbing around to the insanely
colored lights caused by the police car.
My eyes were spinning as the negative excitement
built inside the car. I put the pedal to the metal for
the last one hundred yards. I raced to the back part of
the parking lot and skidded around to a stop, raising
a cloud of brown dust. The old Bel-Air squeaked and
moaned in a metallic protest.
Frantically glancing up again and looking into the
rearview mirror, I could see the end of my life as I
knew it. The Bobby Fuller Fours I Fought the Law
and the Law Won flickered momentarily in the back
of my mind.
Okay, Mouseketeers! Annette says lets get the
hell outta here! Spin and Marty coming up after the
commercial.
The two doors flew open and Joey and I spilled
out onto the dirt and gravel. The old squeaky seats
resounded with pain as Hoops and Winn propelled
themselves into the night air.
The chase was on!
Everyone broke for the wall like it was a rest stop
bathroom. The wall represented our record deal, freedom, and safety.
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the hallway, as I
hung out before class on Monday. I could spot dark
circles under Joeys eyes as he approached me. The
sound of students laughing seemed to fall into a vacuum. Joey pulled books from his locker like a prisoner
loading up trays of food for other inmates in a penitentiary.
I hate people that open with lines like this, but you
look like doggie droppings, I said.
Joey cracked a tired smile.
I feel like doggie droppings, he admitted.
My eyes rose to a cheesecake picture of Tuesday
Weld in a tight sweater.
Joey noticed the look. He laughed. Just like Dobie will never score with Tuesday, I guess Ill never
He stopped short. Never mind. Meet me at your car
for lunch.
He walked away like a bloodless mummy.
At twelve thirty, we
met and drove into Jensens Drive-in for lunch. We decided to eat in the car
because we didnt want to be around any of our fellow
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students. The car hop came over, took our order, and
returned in a few minutes, attaching trays to each of
the windows.
Joey stared out the windowdespondent, detached, simmering with rage. He finally drew a long
breath and exhaled. My parents have decided to
move the whole family back to New Jersey.
My eyes shot wide. I turned my head as if I was just
slapped. EX-FRICKIN-CUSE ME? I choked on
my cherry Coke, spilling it across my unzipped Tanker
jacket.
Joey took the paper covering off his straw and
sailed it out the window with one quick thrush of air.
He watched it as it sailed high and then coasted back
and forth in a see-sawing motion to the ground, hitting bottom and exemplifying his feelings exactly. He
jammed the straw into the plastic lid with a squeak.
Theyve been talking about it for a year. Weve
been here for twelve years and my mother misses all of
her relatives back there. Now that Ive screwed up, its
their excuse to ruin my life.
Theyre serious? I questioned. Theyre just trying to scare us. My dad says kids are libel to do anything at our age. Were mostly nuts, he says.
After what we pulled this weekend, Id say your
dad was right, Joey moaned while unwrapping his
double cheeseburger. Oh, and by the way, my folks
found out we were lying. Winns parents got a hold
of my parents and told them the whole scene. Were
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