The Book of Carlos

  Today on  The Book of Carlos : Entry 62:  The Streakers! Entry 71:  Puberty? Apparently ! Entry 73:  Mom Breaks the Adolescent Man Code Selected by John Mark Bergner of Tulsa, Oklahoma.  Thanks Mark! -- #62 Intro When Modesty Took a Sick Day and Chaos Wore Tennis Shoes There are moments in high school that shape your character. Then there are moments that streak past it—bare, bold, and utterly unforgettable. It was 1978, junior year. Carlos was minding his own business, posted near the band room door, chatting with Mr. Marks, who was safely tucked away in his office, probably grading papers or praying for student maturity. The day was ordinary. The hallway was quiet. And then... the rumble began. Laughter. Cheering. Commotion. The kind of sound that says, “Something’s happening, and it’s probably illegal.” What followed was not a fire drill, nor a pep rally. It was a blur of moonlit flesh and questionable decision-making. A group of students—fac...

 

  Today on The Book of Carlos : Entry 67:  I Left My Hand In San Francisco Entry 71:  Mom’s Tupperware and the Lids That Don't Fit Any Bowl Entry 73:  Whispers in the Locker Room: My First Encounter with Brut Cologne and Public Humiliation Selected by John Mark Bergner of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Thanks Mark! -- Entry 67: I left My Hand In San Francisco Some souvenirs are meant to last. Others are meant to teach you humility via large bodies of water. Entry #67 takes us back to marching bands, theme parks, teenage glory, and one gloriously grotesque rubber hand that didn’t survive the scenic wonders of Fisherman’s Wharf. If you’ve ever bonded with a novelty item, mourned its untimely demise, and learned that even sidekicks aren’t above savage one-liners, this entry is for you. Direct from my own personal journals. Grab your coffee and your emotional support limb—we’re marching into the bizarre, the hilarious, and the slightly tragic tale of how I lost a fake hand and gained...