The Last Ride of the Hot Comix Gang

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

The last time I saw Jerry for years and years, outside of a brief chance meeting at Jon’s place in the Fall of 1995, was one evening later on in the summer. The people in the car were Jon, Ken, Jerry, and myself. The mission, as it so often had been with Jon and I that summer, was a trip in the dark of night to Laura’s house so he could do whatever it is he did at Laura’s place for ten minutes while I drove around the neighborhood for twenty minutes.

The trips to Laura’s house were the way JonMartin and I rebuilt our friendship. Sure, we’d decided to start talking again a couple of months before, but it wasn’t until we started driving to Laura’s place in the middle of the night that we really started to bond again and get back to that old place where we had been before the whole Tracy debacle.

Before I go any further, I should say that the reason Jon visited in the middle of the night was because Laura’s mother disapproved of their relationship (or something like that).  There wasn’t anything weird going on… Well, nothing outside of our ordinary weirdness.

Anyway, on this particular night Jerry and KenMills were along for the ride. I don’t recall why. Perhaps we picked Jerry up from the store, though I recall the store being closed by then. Who knows? I do know that we spent some time in and around the forefather’s cemetary in Chelmsford Center. I do know that Jerry was still pretty upset about his breakup.

I do know that it was a fucking weird evening.

While Jon was at Laura’s, I drove Jerry and Ken around the neighborhood and it just seemed completely unnatural. I was used to just hanging out by myself. I liked hanging out with Ken so it wouldn’t have been too weird with him along. With Jerry though, I was feeling really weird. I didn’t know whose side I was on in the split between he and Diane. And it seemed like the split and the closing of the store was all he wanted to talk about.

Anyway, it was a weird night. It was the last ride of the four of us together, unless Ken wasn’t really there, which is always a possibility. It was the end of an era and this is the end of this entry.