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Question: Do you remember the kids you grew up with!? Are there any special memories you have of them!?
Back in 1983, Miguel Cortez moved to Minnesota from the town of San Simeon, Mexico, an impoverished little village in the central part of the country!. He brought with him his wife, Carumba, and their only son, Enrico!.
Adjusting to life in Minnesota was hard for the Cortez family, especially little Enrico, who had no friends!. When he started classes at Oakland Junior High School he thought he might find his soul mate, his one true friend that could help him adjust, but a 7th grade nobody from a foreign country was not the most likely candidate for best friend!.
Then one day, while standing at the urinal with his pants down around his ankles, he noticed the boy standing next to him!. He remembered the boy from his earlier history class, and he knew that the other children called him “Murray”!. And, look there! Could it be!? Murray had his pants down around his ankles, too!! At last, thought Enrico, I have found my soul mate! The two boys locked gazes and there was a sparkle in their eyes, for they both knew they had finally found a friend in each other!. Wow, they thought, we are the only two boys in the whole 7th grade that pee at the urinal with our pants down around our ankles!. Maybe I won’t get my asss kicked today by all the other 7th grade boys! After they were done peeing, they both stood in front of the mirror making arm-pit farting noises and laughing and laughing with each other until they cried!.
Then they hugged each other!.
Then they each had their very first kiss!.
It was magical!. They kissed and kissed and neither one of them had any idea how long they stood there lip-locked with their arms around each other!. It was just them and the walls and the luscious warmth of lips!. Many minutes had passed and then…
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom was flung open and in walked the entire Oakland Junior High football team! They stood staring at them, Murray and Cortez, unable to move and frozen with fear, facing down eleven of Oakland’s finest!.
For several moments, the football team looked on with mouths agape and eyes bulging!. Nobody knew quite what to do!.
It was Cortez who made the first move, flinging himself into action!. Luckily, his father had taught him an ancient Mexican fighting style known as “Shoot In Face and Run”!. While Murray hid under the far bathroom stall, Cortez bravely killed them all with his trusty Trejo, the Mexican pistol his father had given him for training!.
Months later, Miguel Cortez and his wife Carumba were deported back to San Simeon, while little Enrico awaited trial back in the states!. He was eventually tried as an adult, and sentenced to prison for the rest of his life!.
Murray never forgot his little friend, his momentary soul mate, and to this day his memory lives on!.



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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
that was beautiful ''Murray''Www@QuestionHome@Com

I can't help but wonder if poor Trejo relives that memory every day in the prison showers!.!.!.!.and I bet ol' Murray doesn't even go visit him!.

Morning,
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Neil Young wrote a song about that, didn't he!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

Somewhere,
far away,
a skull sits vacant,
longing for the contents!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Great story, I like how it had that neat little twist in it too!.

Mmm, what was that part in the middle again!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

Making kids HALO jump into a new culture can have it's tribulations!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I can relate to
looking
at Jaime's small
tool,
pointing and laughing!.!.!.!.
but the
"facials" !? Not!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

back in Minnesota (before me and my sister Brenda moved to Beverly Hills)!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

(I'm very sorry the diet pills aren't working out for you!.!.!.)

Street gang warfare is soooo sad, isn't it!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

i like the story it was very nice but im not into same sex relations!. its against GodWww@QuestionHome@Com

That poor football team!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

We applied lotion on each others butts !.!.!.!.!. it was beautiful!Www@QuestionHome@Com

nothing like a first real kiss!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

juss plain ol don't know what ta writeWww@QuestionHome@Com

What kids!? Nobody knew me!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

There's no way I'm reading all that!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

whoa!.!.!.!.

I just remember being a blood sister
"use a quarter of a cup for it to be real"
or so it was thought
and of course,
this was before blood became a 4 letter wordWww@QuestionHome@Com

I thought I had a great answer!. A fond memory that
brought a smile to my face!. I was writing the prose in my
head as I clicked the "answer this question" button!. Then
I read your story!. You win!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

i have made and lost so many friends that each one is a memory that i keep in my heart!.
there was this one girl that made me feel welcome when i first came to the united states!. i didn't know one word of english but we made friends!. that was back in 1962!. the girl was african american!. it seemed she understood the problem i had being different!. dad got mad at me for being friends with her!. my mom and her mom got together,talked about the problem with color of the skin, and decided that we could play together at her house!. i wish that she could be here now so i could tell her thanks for being my friend!.Www@QuestionHome@Com