In the May issue I told you what Micky was like and about some of the things he likes. This time I’m going to let you in on some of the mischievous things we pulled on our parents and on each other. I’ll also tell you about some of the groovy holidays we’ve spent together.
A lot of times Micky and I would get into spats or something and I’d go running to my mother and say, “Mommy, Micky’s beating up on me.”
Then my father would go in there and yell at him for it and get mad at him. When I heard my father yelling at my brother and Micky really getting in trouble, I’d start crying and say, “Forget it. I don’t want him to get hurt. I love him.”
I’m sure that we got into trouble quite a few times but I don’t think it was anything specific, because Micky and I, when we were little, would pretty much obey or parents. We were normal little kids, but some of the time I don’t think we ever really went out and did something that we weren’t supposed to.
Tiny white lies
We fibbed to my parents a few times like well, my girlfriend, Linda Singer, and some of our other friends were going to have a slumber party, so they came walking over to my house, it was about 11 o’clock at night with their bathrobes on a said,
“Hey, Coco, you want to come over to our house?” So I told my mom that their 23 year old cousin was with them, and he was walking with us. I got on my clothes and I started walking out there and I knew mom was looking, so we had Micky walk out there, cause he was taller, to pretend like he was the 23 year old cousin and then we walked over there. I think she knew, but little thinks [sic] like this—he didn’t tell.
Speaking of little things, we always used to make cards for each other and my mother. She always appreciated a pretty note or something rather than a present so, we used to make up poems and stories. We got her a dress two Christmases ago. We went in and got it for her together. On the present aspect of giving things to people, we’ve always sort of stuck on our own.
This Christmas I gave Micky a horse statue because I saw it one night at this Indian Import place in San Jose and I said “Wow—that’s really groovy and I gotta get it for him.” It’s made out of that iron junk with the holes in it and I gave that to him and I think he really dug that. I gave him a baby blue shaggy sweater for his birthday last year.
When I was younger, I wouldn’t have that much money, but I’d go out and try to get him something like Jade East. I gave him a great big bottle of Jade East and things that I’m sure he wouldn’t buy for himself.
Christmas car caper
One of the really grooviest things he’s ever done was he bought me a car last Christmas. It’s a ’67 Pontiac LeMans, blue. The car I had before that was a pink Volkswagen. Micky had a Volkswagen when I turned 16 and I grow very attached to things. You know, like he made a go-cart once and gave it to the milkman for his little kids and I cried. I get attached to things. Anyway, they had this Volkswagen pained pink for me on the 16th birthday. It was Micky’s car and I’ve had it ever since, but then he told me ever since last year that he wanted to buy me a car and I said,
“If you can.”
It was a really groovy idea, but I really felt bad about it. We’ve still got the Volkswagen—were going to sell it or something. I don’t want to sell it, but—you know.
He told me he’d buy me a car if I went to college and I was thinking about not going, but deep down I wanted to go. He said he’d buy me a car if I went to college and this Christmas he came up and he went through this whole number about how he had to fly up and—
“Gee, Coco, I’m sorry I can’t get you your car.”
I really believed him because I know how busy he is. When I come down here and go to the set, I know how he gets up at five in the morning and doesn’t get home ’till four at night and I realized that he probably didn’t have the time, so I didn’t think anything of it. So, he flew up. Anyway he said he flew up and his car was just a Hertz Rent-A-Car to bring all the stuff up and so I didn’t think anything of it.
Then my mom did this horrible thing. She gave us a present. She said this was for Micky and Coco for Christmas and so we opened it up and there were two squirt guns. Micky and I used to have squirt gun fights and like—hot water rag fights at night when it was so cold and we’d get a big pan of hot water out there. This was one of those things that we did that we’d get in trouble for. We’d get a big pan of hot water and rags and throw ’em at each other, because by the time it hit you it was cool enough, but it wasn’t too cold. My mom would come out there and about blow her top. “What are you doing in the water and at night.” This was outside, definitely outside. So, anyway she gave us these two squirt guns and I started crying, remembering, and I really miss him and all the things we used to do. Then he says, “Hey, where’s Coco’s present?”
I couldn’t understand it because he gave me a big organa [sic] kit which I really dig. It’s that Japanese folding paper stuff, and I really grooved out and I’ve got mobiles all over my room, fun deal. So, he gave me the big kit with a mobile thing an all this paper and everything and I said,
“What do you mean?”
He says, “Oh, no. Gee, I’m sorry.” And he starts to reach in his pocket and right here I’m crying because of the squirt guns.
He says, “It’s not a Hertz Rent-A-Car, it’s yours, it’s a LeMans.” Then I just started bawling again and crying and carrying on.
We didn’t have a chance to use the squirt guns. It was just sort of a gag thing mom gave us. I’ve still got mine around the house and Micky’s got his, but we didn’t have a chance to sue them because he was up there fro just a few hours. He came up Christmas and he had to leave on Christmas night.
Next time, I’ll tell you about all the things Micky and I did together when we were kids, so be looking for it right here in Tiger Beat.