In 1986 I was working my first regular job at the General Cinema in Brockton. With 5 screens, at the time it was one of the biggest cinemas around. It was also a fun place to work. Our manager when I started was Mr. Body, who was not thrilled with all the jokes and snickering when ‘Clue’ was released in ’85. Break times generally consisted of sitting in the back of a theatre watching a few minutes of a movie with free popcorn (I used LOTS of ‘butter’ back then, until I read the ingredients) and soda.

The worst shifts were the opening matinees of the kids movies. In ’86 there was a Care Bears movie. The parents showed up early to get tickets, popcorn, candy and so on. Within 5 minutes all of the kids were on a sugar high. By the time they went in to get their seats the lobby was covered in ankle deep piles of popcorn.

In July of that year, after the revelatory experience of Black Flag, I went with some friends to the Living Room in Providence to see Sonic Youth on tour with their album Evol. One of the opening bands was Dinosaur, better known as Dinosaur Jr.

The night was a noise-fest. I was swept into a malestrom, and lost myself in a near-perfect euphoria. I did not realize at the time, but the sensation of falling into the music was actually a fairly serious trigger for my bipolar mania. In any event, it was a great night that included some nice bruises from the mosh pit.

We drove home, ears ringing, yelling at each other to be heard.

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I just want to take a moment to say a word or two about a good friend who past away last week. In every group of friends, or every good group of friends, there is one person who is the truth-teller. For us, that was our friend Steve Hasomeris. Steve had a way of cutting through the bullshit, either with a sarcastic comment or just straight out. He was kind to a fault, always honest and up-front about everything. He was an excellent father as well, and will be missed by all who knew him.

It seems that those of us in the Gen-X cohort have lost more than our share of friends at young ages. Overdose, suicide, drunk or otherwise impaired driving have been rampant in my age group. In Steve’s case, his heart condition caused his body to give in. In what could be a litany of those we know who have gone before, Steve satnds out for his life and how he lived it. Always honest, always there for friends, and he never let his own problems get in the way of living.

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