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Butt Cheeks, Santana and a French Bush

Matt Coddington
MDI Contributor

Courtesy of a vivid memory of the times this man cracked up with his buddies, MDI contributor Matt Coddington recollects his top three moments.

FIRST

We were in San Francisco, with Robert, Mark, Pete, Tony 1 and Tony 2. All of us were underage except for Pete who was dating Tony 1’s mother. We were high school bro’s in 1979 – 1981. I think we were in Ghirardelli Square. After hitting Henry Africa’s and some other clubs, I had an open bottle of beer in my sport coat inside pocket. We got into a glass elevator, and I dropped my pants and pressed my butt cheeks against the glass as the elevator went down. As I bent over, the beer spilled out of the bottle, out of my jacket, and onto my shoes. I looked up at Robert and thought he was peeing on my shoes! LLLOOOLLL!! We all poured out of the elevator cracking up hysterically!

SECOND

Tony 2 had Van Halen tickets. Cow Palace, San Francisco. Me and him went to the show. At the encore, a guy next to me was yelling “LED ZEPPELIN!” I nudged him and said, “Wait bro, Santana.” He then started yelling “SANTANA!!!” We howled.

THIRD

On tour with the Santa Clara Vanguard Drum & Bugle Corps, 1981, in Montreal, Canada. The drum line was rehearsing in a neighborhood near the Olympic Stadium. Local young people came to check it out. We took a break. Me and Brad were sitting on the curb. He nudges me and says, “Look at that.” There was a young brunette French chick sitting in shorts, sans underwear, with her legs open displaying a beautiful black bush. She didn’t know or she didn’t care. Maybe both. I looked, then looked at him. Then of course, a silent high-five.

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