Well, there you have it. The small exemplification of that which is
the life and times thus far of the man and those and that around Jonnie
Gill—Jonnie 7-11—Nacho Steppinstone—Rebel Leady Boy. The every-day life of the man whose days are
not unlike those of every-life, but more satisfactory when the absurdity of
that life’s days is recognized.
On an everyman afternoon in
every-day high school in 1988, long before the internet or blogging hit any of
our lives, when people put their most mundanely absurd thoughts in diaries that
were then put in their top drawer before going to bed at night rather than
posted for the world to think about and when something funny or awkward could
only be circulated to the people that you saw in the days following, I stood
laughing myself into hysterics in the corner of the boys’ restroom in our
school in Northeast Indiana as I witnessed the impromptu Opera mentioned in the
Introduction. I heard the King of the
Urinal—Jonnie—call out for the audience to “hear my flush, fear my flush” as he
struck the handle of the urinal to an orchestrated flash, while his confederate
Duane sang response as the Queen of the Stall.
It was a shining moment of
nonsense that makes me laugh every time it revisits, and one that would be lost
but for the memory and rumor of the few there and those that heard about it in
bars afterward. The Opera was a
spontaneous tick. Jonnie’s collection grabs
moments like that and serves the dual purpose of memorializing them and sharing
them with pretty much anyone that is willing to take the time to read about it.
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