So I think in Senior year (as most of you probably remember, I don't have a great memory) Tim Sierazy and Tara Hoster were an on again off again item. At some point, they had been talking for awhile, and Tim wanted to go see her at her house. The problem was..she was grounded for something (probably having to do with Tim) so he convinced Mike Abrham and me to go with to her house for the purpose of sneaking in her back yard. Well we get there, and of course none of us have cell phones to let her know were there, so he has to get her attention some otherway. Trouble is, she lives a full story higher than we're standing. Tim decides he's going to knock on her window, but only after not-so-carefully considering he's going to climb on the deck railing to reach.

Within seconds of Tim reaching up to tap the window, there's a loud crack and Tim jumps to the ground before he falls. We're all in shock wondering what to do next, and don't notice the slding door open and a man walking the darkness. Suddenly we hear, "HEY! WHO"S BACK HERE"...and the three of take off like a shot...and then we hear "DON'T MOVE, I'VE GOT A GUN!" Tim and I hit the brakes, but Mike keeps running until he hears, "I SAID FREEZE!"

"You three come over here," the voice says. We turn round, all of us with our arms in the air. "Now who the hell are you guys.... Tim? Bruce?....What the HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? You're LUCKY I didn't really have a gun!"

It was Tara's dad, standing in what I remember to be pajamas and a white t-shirt.

The conversation we had with Mr. Hoster is lost in time, but I do remember shaking for most of the night after that...and remember Tara looking out  her window at us as we were yelled at.

My mom worked every weekend night, and my house because a sanctuary for kids to go. One Friday night, I had Chris Wheatley, Dan Phillips, Shaun Ebner, Mike Abraham, and Tim Sierazy at the house. I think this was junior year because some of us were driving at this point.

Anyway we're eating everything in sight, beathing the crap out of each other, listening to loud musing, and everything when the door bell rings. Its Bruno Risatti, he's off from work, and he's got a surprise. He walks in and tells us he's brought and industrial sized roll of saran wrap from work (Franciscan Village). His intial thought was to saran wrap four stop signs together, but after thinking about it, we decided to wrap two people together. Chris Wheatley was the first to put his hand up (of course), and I decided I would offer myself as victim too.

We stood back-to-back, and since Chris was quite a bit shorter than I was, I crouched down as they wrapped us in plastic, with only our feel and heads uncovered. They all took turns running 'round and 'round' until the wrap was a few inches thick. At that point I stook up lifting Chris off of the ground. His wiggled his feet back and forth as I lumbered around the house. The guys were laughing hysterically as the conspired on what to do next.

Well it was decided that a sight like this was meant for the public, and it was off to downtown Lemont for some fun. Since Chris and I were basically a giant hotdog, The guys took the back seat out of Dan Phillips' conversion van, and helped me launch us inside. I was forced to lay on my stomach with Chris on top me, both of us laughing like idiots. We arrived at our destination, and Bruno, Tim, and Dan, pulled Chris and I out of the van like a roll of carpet. I stood up, hunched over, and walked into the Lemont McDonalds like Chewie carrying C-3PO.

The guys ordered some cheese burgers as I found a place to sit. I walked over to a chair, and situated it so Chris and I could share it by sitting and facing the sides of the chair, the back of the chair at our side. At this time the guys proceeded to stuff our faces with cheeseburgers, doing everything in their power to get as such of it in our mouths as they could, while smooshing the rest of it in our faces. After awhile the manager asked us to leave..and off to the back of the van we went. After a few seconds, we were dragged out of the car again, this time in front of Chipains. A few of us walk into the store as the rest go to Subway.

I lumber through the automatic doors, and turn towards the aisles when I hear a voice behind me. The front end manager is motioning towards me, doing the 'turn-around' motion with his hand. I turn around to leave but the door won't open. I keep stepping on the mat, the guys keep pushing me, but the door still won't open. I have to push them all back, walk across the front of the store to other doors to leave.

At this point Chris and I have had enough and the guys we're with cut the plastic free as the rest of the guys get back from Subway. As we all climb in the van, with me in the front see, and the rest of the guys in the back with the plastic, they start to tell a story about words that were exchanged between them and Chris Nelson at the Subway. Little did we know what that heated exchange would lead to in just a few minutes.