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[sd 08-1]; May 1978
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Ding.. Ding.. Ding

The bell on the front counter rang repeatedly as Johnny Starzano stood there impatiently. The front office of A-1 Storage was empty; the sound of what one would think was pornography coming from the back room.

”What the fuck.” Johnny muttered under his breath as he glanced around the office, the walls were plastered with many pin-up girl colanders’ from past years.

”HELLO.” he yelled into the back room. More grunting and panting was what answered him.

Johnny picked up the bell and pounded it repeatedly on the desk. Abruptly the screaming from the back room ceased and a 300 pound man walked out of the back room. His greasy black hair was pulled back into an unkempt ponytail, and he was sporting a white wife beater that was two sizes too small and barely contained his gut, topped off with ripped jeans.

”Is there something I ken I help ya with?” the attendant sputtered.

All-Star shook his head in disbelief.

”Nah, I just stood here for fifteen minutes while you were back there sloggin your noggin. Of course you can help me Slappy.”

The attendant plopped his fat ass down at the desk as he looked at All-Star with a blank look on his face. Johnny reaches into his pocket pulling out a key with an A-1 Storage tag on it and a fifty wedged between his fingers. He dangles it in front of Slappy’s face.

”I’m doing a friend a favour; I need to pick up a couple of things for them.”

Slappy stared at the key tag noting the storage unit number as he grabbed the fifty.

”Down the hall to your left.” he mumbled as he shoved the money into his jean pocket with one hand and reached under the desk pressing the button to unlock the entrance to the storage units.

Johnny ran his hand through his newly growing hair, it was growing in nicely, another suggestion from Cynthia, and she was right it was time for a new image, time to be taken seriously. His memory flowed back to a couple of hours ago when he was sitting in a coffee shop with Cynthia and JD.




JD turned over the key to him, the key along with a piece of paper with a date scrawled on it, May 1978. Johnny turned the key over in his hand as he looked at the date on the piece of paper.

”May 1978. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked as he turned his attention to the key to the A-1 storage unit he was turning over in his hand trying to put two and two together.

”I haven’t a clue Johnny.” JD answered. ”But I don’t think you should go. It could be a trap.”

Johnny smirked at his friend and mentor.

”A trap. C’mon JD. It’s a storage unit for Christ’s sakes.”

”No I agree Johnny.” Cynthia interrupted. ”Who knows what Moretti or Page could be up to.”

Johnny shook his head.

”Not you too Cyn? Moretti or Page wouldn’t be so stupid, not with all the heat now, plus I’m too big of a draw, and bring in too much money for them. They’re not going to kill the golden hen.”

Johnny looked from the JD to Cynthia, they still weren’t too sure.

”Ok. You two know where I’ll be, and I’ll call Landry and make sure there’s someone in the area if that’ll make you feel better.”

JD sat there shaking his heads as Johnny shoved the key and paper into his pocket. Giving Cynthia a kiss on the cheek he was off.




”A trap indeed." Johnny thought to himself as he stood in front of the storage unit door turning the key in the lock.

All-Star pushed the door open and searched blindly for a light switch on the side of the wall.

”There we go.”

Johnny looked around the unit of someone else’s belongings.

”Well Mr. May 1978 what the hell do you want me to find. He muttered as he surveyed the boxes in front of him.

One of the first things he saw was a red tricycle with blue streamers hanging from the handlebars. Automatically he was taken back to one of the first Christmas’s that he could remember when he received a tricycle just like this one. He smiled as he remembered his Mother and Father sitting by the Christmas tree wit the tricycle.

”Nah. It couldn’t be.” He said as he picked the tricycle up flipping it over. Sure enough engraved on the underside of the frame was his name.

A look of confusion came over his face and he slowly looked around the unit. The box that he opened next was his old comic book collection. Johnny frantically began ripping into the boxes, his cassette collection, his GI Joes, school books, it was all his. He sat there on the concrete floor amidst all the open boxes.

”What the hell? She kept everything.”

Slowly he looked around at all of the possessions he had accumulated before that fateful day when he had become too much to handle and his mother had kicked him out. That’s when he noticed it hiding under the flap of one of the opened boxes. A brown briefcase sat on the concrete floor beside the box. Johnny slowly pushed himself up off the cold concrete floor staring at the briefcase as he made his way towards it. This was it. This was what he was meant to find, not all the memories surrounding him.

He stood there looking at the briefcase for a long hard moment.

”Not here.” He thought before he shoved the briefcase under his arm. He bolted for the door flicking the light switch on his way out and slamming the door shut on these past memories.

Now sitting alone in his car Johnny flicked on the dome light, he didn’t even remember rushing out of the front office paying no attention to Slappy sitting behind the desk. He stared at the briefcase finally flicking the clasps open. He let out a slight sigh as he looked at the first piece of paper, a death certificate for his father, nothing surprising there, he had died three years before he left home, no love loss either he had gotten in trouble with the people he worked for and began taking out his aggression on his Mother and him. Quickly flicking through the papers he found his birth certificate, his eyes opened wide with surprise, he blinked twice before he looked at it again is disbelief. His Mothers name was there, and his name was there, but it wasn’t Starzano, it was his Mothers maiden name, Kramer, and the fathers name was not there.

”Gotta be an explanation, and it’s probably in here somewhere.” He hoped as he continued through the papers.

”Report cards, letters home to parents, wait what is this.”

At the bottom he found an old black and white picture. He couldn’t believe it. Staring right back at him in the picture was his mother in a peacock showgirl outfit at The Dunes one of the many clubs she worked at surrounded by a group of men, JD James, Mike Fazoli, an unknown man that looked extremely a lot like Mike Polowy, Sonny Carter, Jon Page, Jimmy Moretti, and peeking out from the back Lucky Starzano.

”What the hell is this?”

Johnny flipped the picture around and there it was. The date, May 1978.
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