The Early Life of Jimmy Marcus

            The day was April 15^th, 1975. This was a day I would like to forget, but will never get over. My dad worked with a man at the Coleman Candy plant. On Saturday’s, my dad and I would go over to that guy’s house. He told me he was just going in to have one quick beer with him. Now I being the young-minded fool that I was actually believed that crap. Turns out, one quick beer really meant like four beers and some shots of Dewar’s. So turns out I needed something to do or someone to hangout with. That’s where Sean Devine comes in the equation.

            Sean was my dad’s co-workers son, and actually one of my closest if not best friends. We’d hangout in his backyard and chill, do stupid shit. We also knew another boy. His name was Dave Boyle. He was a little weirder than the people I knew.

            One day, Dave, Sean and I were hanging out while our fathers were doing their daily drinking routine. We decided that we were going to hijack a car and get a thrill. Sean was being in his good boy pussy mode and decided to bail on the hijacked. Suddenly, Sean and I were fighting each other on the ground when suddenly a “cop” comes up to us in a van with his partner. Says that we need to stop before we really get it.  Than the cop told Dave to get into the van because they were going to drop him off home. When the cops took Dave and drove off, our fathers came out and started questioning us like as if we murdered someone. We later found out that Dave was abducted and those were not actual cops!