Tom was also an artist. I thought artists were sissies, but Tom was a stud, so if Tom was an artist – then artist were cool! One day Tom was drawing for the school contest, so I got a piece of paper and joined him. I had doodled before but never really tried to draw. When we were done his mom made a big fuss and told me she was really impressed. I remember sensing that Tom was not too stoked on being upstaged by some punk little kid. After that Tom and I weren’t friends for a while. I raced home proud of my creation but no one believed that I had drawn it. My dad yelled at me, told me not to lie and sent me upstairs with no dinner. I had just lost a friend and my dad, who never got upset, had punished me for nothing. I didn’t know what I had but I knew it was powerful. I sat in my room and started to draw again, this time it came out even better than my first piece. When my dad came up to check on me, I surprised him with my new drawing. He hugged me and apologized. The next day he came home with a bag of art supplies and encouraged me to enter the school contest. I did and I won for my age group. The school, however, didn’t believe me; they said someone must have helped me! I didn’t care that they denied me my prize; I knew inside that I had drawn it and that was all that mattered to me.
I liked the attention my drawing got me in my life, something I never had before; I knew I had something special. I went on to win all the art contests every year. Years later Tom and I became friends again and he invited me over to his house and it blew my mind. He was into stuff I didn’t even know existed; his bedroom was like a museum of cool gut stuff. My room was still filled with pictures of my sports heroes. His was covered with with pictures of rock stars, and photos of surfers riding giant waves. He just had a mattress on the floor, piles of record albums, a black light and beaded curtains. He had a collection of crazy psychedelic comics; the art was as good as any of the stuff I was into but a different world altogether…it just knocked me out. The surf pictures were awesome, giant green waves with the guys riding them just looked so cool and free on the boards. These surfers looked so much different than my posters of athletes on organized teams wearing matching uniforms standing in the concrete stadiums they played in. Tom had a guitar in the corner and his surfboard too. I checked out his records…Hendrix, the Doors, Bob Dylan, Tom had done it again. He was still the coolest. At eleven years old standing in that room I was a changed person forever.
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