where are all the Trojans today?
The Trojan community center was in Medford Mass, not too far from Tufts University. A small group of Trojans escaped from the Ottoman Empire during World War One with the help of Allied ambulance drivers and found refuge in the mill town, making livelihoods for themselves stitching boot heels together and raising apples.
The center was a sad kind of place, just an old cinder block box, but they scraped up some money and had it painted to look like a Roman government building with grand white columns and even a fake arched door painted over the real square heavy pneumatic one.
The Polish American club was right next door, they hosted a bingo night on Tuesdays. The Trojans preferred to keep to themselves however. For kicks sometimes a Pole would walk next door and knock on the door. Trojans spooked easily. It was a historical thing.
The most townsfolks heard from them was the year they passed around a petition to be included on official city polls as separate race. That didn’t get too far. If you’re ever passing through Medford, you can still see some of their apple trees along the river.
Did you make this up? What were you ever doing in Medford?
Remember the summer of Dust-Off? Holy cow, that was some amazing stuff.
One time, I was up in Durham, getting high on Dust-Off and listening to Monster Magnet (a nice complement to Dust-Off). I walked out of his kitchen and his roommate and two girls were in the living room. One of the girls asked to borrow my lighter but I said no so she got up and came at me, playfully. To avoid giving her the lighter, I spun slowly to my left, keeping the lighter just out of her reach. When I completed a full turn, I realized I was the only person in the apartment.
Comment by Lyle_s — August 3, 2007 @ 10:47 pm
Funny, that reads as if I’ve been inhaling Dust-Off tonight. Must be time for bed…
Comment by Lyle_s — August 3, 2007 @ 10:49 pm
the most powerful drug i ever tried…it hurt my brain. That story summed it up perfectly. You wake up on the floor, missing heaven. in twenty seconds start to finish.
Comment by Rolston — August 8, 2007 @ 12:52 am
i’ve got a couple of funny stories. one night at a party in someone’s basement, kenny did a shot, closed his eyes, leaned his head against a pole and slid down. his nostril got caught on a screw that was sticking out. he hung there for a second before he came to and realized he was in a lot of pain. i remember peeing a little bit.
Comment by sea n — August 12, 2007 @ 3:10 pm
The details are vague but I believe the story that convinced me to give it a try took place in Ken’s apartment. Ken tried to flee the apartment but didn’t open the door and when he bounced off, he knocked over his stereo. Sean blacked out and when he came to he was face down on Ken’s kitchen table and part of his face was stuck in a fold of the table. Rolston, I think you were the third party involved and when you came to, you were in Ken’s fridge, covered in yogurt.
You guys had all sworn this off by the time I heard this story. I don’t know how I missed the boat but I discovered quickly why one might want to get on the wagon quickly…
Comment by Lyle_s — August 12, 2007 @ 7:39 pm
I believe it. It rings a bell faintly. We fooled around with that stuff a few too many times.
Sean, do you remember if we stole a bottle each or would share one? I think we had three separate bottles but we should have done it one at a time so someone was there to catch you when you pass out. They should have put that in the caution on the can: “Have someone ready to catch you when you drop.”
Comment by Rolston — August 12, 2007 @ 8:44 pm
i think the caution on the can read “inhalation may cause serious injury or death….from laughing.”
and i haven’t sworn anything off, lyle.
Comment by sea n — August 12, 2007 @ 9:45 pm