Owner's notes:
I met Cheryl Cardini on the #86 bus to Jersey City. She had her headphones on. When she took them off I asked her what she was listening to.
“Nirvana” she said.
I knew we would be friends.
I lived on 5th street in Union City with my parents and younger brother. Cheryl lived on South Street in Jersey City Heights with her two older brothers. I spent many weekends at Cheryl’s. We walked… a lot. Up and down Central Avenue, back and forth from Mosquito Park. We smoked. We drank. Both of which vices we acquired from the ever illustrious Lee’s Liquor. It was here where we pawned our friend, Laura, off for some “alcohol.” One kiss on the cheek got us a pack of Newport Menthols and a couple of bottles of Boone’s Farm, a cheap wine with 7.5% alcohol content. Set for the night, we roamed the Heights with a giddy buzz singing Neil Diamond’s You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore. Occasionally we sat on the sidewalk outside the Central Avenue Blimpie pretending to be homeless and begging for change. When we had enough we would wander back to South Street where the night would end smoking cigarettes on the porch and watching Blue Velvet. The next morning always brought bagels and Coke amongst empty Boone’s bottles and cigarette butts. There were never hangovers.
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