TSG Sun

Eric J’s Dogs. Rock and Roll, behind the ramp at the last Shitty Guy house on Springfield. Click the pics to enlarge. Eric may not remember, but I suggested the names for these puppies back when he got them at the second TSG house. There’s probably a lot he doesn’t remember from those days. There were many a morning that students were treated to the site of Eric J still asleep in the grass of our front yard where he passed out at night, with both dogs sleeping quietly beside him. Reminds me of a story when I returned to school in 90’s and lived with Eric and Joel, and Rock and Roll, and Jen’s dog Faux Paw and Addy(sp?), Joels dog.. One night we all went out (to E.C’s probably) and came home to find that Rock and Roll had tor into a big 20lb bag of onions. They were scattered all over the kitchen floor, with bites taken out of each one of them, but none of them eaten very much. Those dogs were serious scavengers. It’s like they had to make sure to try every single onion just in case one didn’t taste bad.

These are some crappy scans from negatives. Click each to enlarge. These were taken at the (first) Blind Pig in Champaign Il, sometime between 92-95 as near as I can tell.

While catching up with Andy O’Neil in Champaign several weeks ago, he gave me a bit of background regarding his unfortunate divorce. The good news is that he and his wife actually both live in a two-flat. One upstairs and one downstairs, so their three kids are always coming home to the same place.

While that is pretty cool and interesting, perhaps the more interesting story was that one of Eric J’s adopted brother was the “other man” and was the reason Andy and his former wife got divorced. So, in an odd way, Eric J and Andy are the opposite of inlaws, I guess you could say “out-laws.”

So we decided that we were going to knock out one of the double wide doors that had been drywalled over to make a bedroom in the second house. It was a dining room converted into a bedroom. Eric J was the current resident and he wanted to move his bedroom to the living room because it had doors and nobody ever went into it. Knoccking out the drywall would connect it to the kitchen, and Eric could have more room to work on his motorcycle in his bedroom during the winter. We had these croquet balls in the house for some reason, and Lars Eric and I were throwing them at the wall/doorway that we were knocking out, trying to see if we could get them to go through both side in one throw. I can’t remember if we did or not, but the important part is that Charlie Dold walks in from off the street, sees what we are doing and and says “Cool! Can I try?” We say “sure” and hand him a croquet ball, which he proceeds to whip at the first wall he sees, which unfortunately is not the wall we were trying to tear down. See, he just thought we were fucking things up as usual, cause it was perfectly within reason that we would just be destroying something for no reason. Anyway, we all burst into laughter and Charlie was really confused until we explained it to him. Here are a few pictures of the aftermath.

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This is the frame work for the “who needs a girlfriend?” ramp in the front yard of the second TSG house. That’s Eric J’s motorcycle.

Me on the curb outside the first house, photo by Ted.