High School Summer Day
One time when we were high schoolers on summer vacation we were all hanging out at Brian Lubetsky’s house, throwing water balloons at passing cars on Lone Pine Road, Brian’s house being located at the corner of the subdivision and all, and, I don’t really know why we thought this was a GOOD idea, but, it was certainly a FUN idea, plus I don’t recall any cars crashing, so, all in all, it was a supremely joyous way to spend a summer day, there was a lot of laughing, on our end anyways, and this was before cellphones, mind you, so it wasn’t like people driving by could call the cops, although this was the era of car phones, if you even remember those, and so at one point someone driving by did in fact call the cops, which we didn’t know until a police car drove up with sirens blaring and made a sharp turn into Brian’s driveway, to which somebody shouted “Run!” and we all took off into the thicket of suburbs behind us, splitting up into smaller, dodgier groups, and Rob and Mike followed me, so the three of us sprinted into pockets of trees and made our way up and over towards another side street, but we still had to get back to my house which was in another section of the suburb, and I was worried that the cops might be patrolling the streets, streets with names like Apple Valley, Strathdale, Still Meadow Lane, my god just typing those names and I’m back there suddenly, but anyways, the potential of a lingering officer remained a concern so I turned to Mike and Rob and said, “Let’s take off our shirts – that way they won’t know it was us,” and so we did, and then hustled over and dashed across the suburb road and up the driveway hill and into the side entrance of my black-bricked home, where my older brother was sitting on the couch, probably watching a baseball game and reading a heavy book with tiny font, and I said, “If the cops come by, we’re not here,” and we went downstairs and played Sega Genesis for maybe ten or twenty minutes until finally Mike asked, “Do you think we can put our shirts back on, Lefty?”, and I said, “Yeah, probably now, it’s safe,” and we did, and my silly suggestion might have been cemented right then as the dumbest brainstorm any one of us had ever made, but we were still pretty young then, with a lot more living to go.
Josh Lefkowitz has poems and essays all across the internet, including The Huffington Post, The Rumpus, The Hairpin, and many other places. He won the Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Prize and received an Avery Hopwood Award for Poetry at the University of Michigan. Additionally, he has recorded work for NPR's All Things Considered and BBC's Americana.