Since I have been working hard the past week or so, I know I have left you guys who read this blog out in the cold. I know that you generally like my old stories, so I will give you one here: Title -- The Disco Fink.
In the winter of 1979-80, I was a 15 year old kid sitting in a room waiting for Social Studies class to begin. There was a young lady in the room named Krista -- she was new to the school; the sort of girl that Sir Mixalot would later approve of in verse. I was busy trying to catch a glimpse of her tan courduroy pants as she walked in behind her friends this day when a young man's life would be forever changed (and she wasn't involved, and for once, it wasn't me).
As everyone in class is about to sit down, in comes the 6' 210 pound kid who up to this point had been known only by his name. I will call him KF. He enjoyed the military, WWII, WWII aircraft, um, talking about the military, and little else. (He later would be discharged honorably from the service after failing his physical fitness requirement at the end of a 6-week boot camp). In December of 1979 or January of 1980, however, KF's parents had decided that he needed some new pants.
I am unsure what Space Age fabric these pants were made from, but they certainly contained no cotton. They were almost a neon version of Carolina blue and they appeared to be the thickness of the padding you put under carpet. Given KF's less than stellar build, they were slung low, basically across his hips. It literally hurt your eyes to look his way.
Now I had a typically uncool striped shirt of some sort on, and KF decided to be funny.
Geez, Maven, do you ever wear anything other than a striped shirt. This was too much to bear -- "Come ON!!! You wear those PANTS and you have the guts to come in and rip me!"
What is your beef with my pants? "Nothing Deny Terrio. They look great."
Now I would have let it go at that, but my friend (whom I will call The Big JW) could find a wounded psyche from a mile away, and he started in -- "OH MY GOD, KF!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE? Is that foam rubber? I mean, Saturday Night Fever all the way, buddy." And then the fateful line -- "Geez, KF, what are those? Your DISCO PANTS!?!?"
With this KF knew he was beat and tried to escape, but the beating just continued as the teacher for some reason was late to class. (JW starts imitating disco drum beat) "Disco Fink, Disco Fink, Disco Fink." Then he starts in with a song, "Who's that coming round the bend? It's a disco train and his name is ___. Who's that that gets down below my heels? Is it Disco Finky and his Boogie Wheels? Finky, stinky, rinky, blinky, dinky, twinkie, minky, binky, crinky -- you boogie-child. You get me down, you boogie me down to the ground!!" Amazingly, The Big JW had created the "Disco Train" song out of whole cloth (or foam rubber) and quickly humiliated KF. KF's response was to fight back.
F you JW boy, you fag. Now just as he says this the teacher walks in and everyone is silent. You can hear KF's rip loud and clear. Everyone finds their seat and the teacher addresses KF -- "You can't say that Mr. F."
But they were making fun of me, first! OK, what did they say?
They said I was wearing "disco Pants" and they called me "Disco Fink." So what? Sticks and stone, Mr. F. And those really honestly ARE disco pants, so you know what your punishment is going to be? I am going to go over to the window and scratch in the words "Disco Fink" into the frost on the windows and those words are going to stay their until Spring.
So, poor KF became "The Disco Fink" or, often times, just "Disco." He literally burned his Disco Pants ("
I took them off and put them in the burning barrel in the back yard that day and burned them. I stood there in my underwear watching them burn." Me -- Did they burn quickly? "
No. They sort of just melted into a ball.") But fire could not cleanse the Disco Fink nickname. The next day KF made the mistake of insulting the big JW to avenge the previous day (he had obviously thought up his insult all night and it was pretty solid -- 7 out of 10). This led JW to run over to the classroom lights before Science class and flicker the lights on and off in a strobe effect while singing "Disco Train" in a high-pitched Bee Gees voice. In what could only be described as a bizarre turn of events, the Science teacher came in, JW ran to his seat and briefly continues the rapid disco drum beat of "shicka-ticka, shicka-ticka, shicka-ticka" toward KF's direction (they sat across from one another). The teacher was angry at this and took out the class fire extinguisher and fired it at the legs of both JW AND KF "to cool you down from your love of disco so we can have class."
After class I tried to express my interest in a tall thin girl whom an idiot friend had told I liked her -- she just suddenly walked up to my desk and announced that she was dating about the dumbest guy in the whole school and would continue to do so if her choices were him or me. As I walked out more than a tad embarrassed, I saw the shortest guy in class giving KF the whole JW treatment: disco beat, attempt to sing the song, resorting to only chanting "Disco Fink, Disco Fink-y, YEAH!!."
Now this situation favored KF. The guy was 14 inches and 130 pounds smaller. KF picked him up by his collar and slammed him into the lockers. Just then a large teacher turned the corner, saw the scene, grabbed KF and tossed HIM into the lockers saying, "You think it is fun to pick on small folks, K? Isn't so much fun NOW is it!?!?"
For the next three school years, KF was known to most people simply as Disco Fink or Disco. His later efforts to overcome the name proved as ill-fated as the early ones:
1) He wore a shirt saying "Disco Sucks. I sold my soul for Rock and Roll!!!" He was sent to the principal's office for having the word "sucks" on his shirt. Had to wear the white undershirt as his primary shirt all day, giving him sort of a 1950s greaser look.
2) Carried around rock music everywhere he went and brought rock magazines to school.
3) Attempted to call me "Disco Maven-y" and JW "Disco J." While this concerned me a great deal for the first two hours, it never caught on.
4) Enlisted the help of three popular good-looking girls to get his name cleared. Very moderate success, as they really were unwilling to date or talk to any guys who agreed to drop the name, so there was really no benefit to doing what they asked. Good idea, but poorly executed.
5) As a senior we were waiting for school to start and a little guy in our group called KF "Disco" in a demeaning tone. KF took out a ruler and declared that his new policy for senior year was that anyone calling him such a name would be smacked with a ruler. He hit the little guy pretty hard across the arm. This tactic concerned me -- it was not worth physical pain to maintain the name. But the biggest guy in our group (6'5", 275 pounds) who never called him "Disco" before then began calling him Disco just on principle, stating that he thought the ruler rule was a bullying tactic that hurt his smaller friends and he would not allow it to succeed.
So what ever happened? My info is KF got a job, married a girl who already had a couple kids and was doing OK as of 20 years ago. I hear he told everyone he met that "everyone calls me Moose" (a nickname he apparently adopted when the woman's kids first saw him and called him Moose -- ergo, the two kids under 6 were "everyone").
But anyway, I don't think I have ever blogged the story of The Disco Fink. So there you go.
(And for those of you who were very concerned for me -- I went on to get my first good kiss
from my sister's friend during basketball season in early 1980, so I know you folks were worried, but don't be, I eventually overcame my multiple failures.....though I never did date either of the two girls mentioned in the story...and they basically continued their stated position that I was unworthy of their attention throughout high school.)
HM