Between The Covers: Happy Birthday Sweet 16!
by Torch
You are fifteen years old, tomorrow is your birthday and your friends who are all sixteen and over are headed to a show, a sixteen and over show. What do you do?
A rather polite young man decided to chance it with pleading and begging to get into the show. At the door his friends went in first and security stopped the kid and His story began. His friends didn’t wait to see what happened as sixteen year olds tend to bolt at the first sign of trouble, and then snicker and point from a safe distance.
This fifteen year old looked twelve at best, he couldn’t have been more that 90 lbs, with long bony arms and big ears he had yet to grow into, which happily poked out from under his hat like two fenders. His t-shirt hung on him like it belonged to his big brother, and of course his pants were saggin’ and baggin’. Now security had to decide what to do with this kid, he was unescorted by any adult, and now abandoned by his friends, he couldn’t legally enter the club but it was dark and the only thing outside was the rather dubious dealings of the nighttime world of Colfax.
Security made a third choice to call the venue manager and pulled the kid inside for the moment. The manager had security bring him to the office and call his parents; nobody answered. The show was in full swing by now, and it was about ten o’clock at night. Where does the liability lie, having an under-age kid in the building or sending him out on Colfax among the wolves? In a stroke of genius and human kindness the manager put his problem solving skills to use. The kid was taken to the security/ medical station next to a door, and plunked down in a chair next to a police officer for the last two hours of his fifteenth year. The kid looked like a big eyed Chihuahua next to the police officers and medics. He waited patiently, and watched as the evening unfolded in front of him. If you have ever really want to get a quick education about the strange goings on at a concert, hang out in the security/ medical area.
The police questioned the young man about his experimentation with drugs and alcohol, to which the kid denied with a soft “No Sir.” The officer explained that he wasn’t going to arrest the kid, and so he confessed to trying a few things. The kid watched as concert goers got hauled back to the medical station by friends, strangers, and staff for being drunk and out of control. One or two music lovers could be seen hugging big black Rubbermaid trashcans and begging for someone to hold their hair. Drinking and drugs do not always enhance personalities for the better, as much as blowing chunks is such an attractive quality. No matter how hard security tries to keep the drugs out of a concert, people manage to bring them in, share them, and occasionally end up riding to a hospital as they over indulge in the dangerous desires of drugs and drinks.
The clock was slowly ticking but the skinny kid was getting an education of a lifetime as he sat there in the school of life, protected by his newly appointed armed guard. Screaming fights, handcuffs, vomit, and people being ejected from the venue were all on the syllabus for the evening. The kid fidgeted under his baseball hat, big ears and big eyes taking it all in, in silence. Tick, tick, tick. Finally at the stroke of midnight, the medics, police, security and the manager congratulated him on his turning sixteen, and told him to go find his friends. He opened up his face and smiled a toothy smile of another step toward adulthood; an impressive feat in itself as he strode his too big shoes out to the dance floor, a little taller, and probably a whole lot smarter about drinking and drugging. Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen!
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