Glink, The Hoag, and BlackJack McGruder

This is mostly a story about a roly poly guy named Glink. It also involves The Hoag (Hoagy's nickname) and BlackJack McGruder (my nickname at the time because I always carried a deck of cards and was always looking for a game)

The story takes place around 1974 or so. We were in our early teens and hung around Glink's house. Glink was this wicked fat fun guy that loved to smoke pot with The Hoag, listen to Led Zep's Houses of the Holy and eat cookies (I would be watching Rocky and Bullwinkle and Fractured Fairy Tales downstairs while they smoked and rocked out.)

Now Glink's Mom would make these awesome batches of cookies two or three times a week, and of course me and The Hoag (and Glink) would eat them all up each afternoon after school. Glink's Mom would come home and be appalled that her son wolfed down all of these cookies every day and Glink would always say the same thing: "But Ma, it was the Hoag and BlackJack McGruder that ate all the cookies"

Glink's Mom just thought the Hoag and BlackJack McGruder were imaginary friends of Glinks that he pinned his excessive eating on. She hadn't met us at the time. She continued to bake him cookies all the while just shaking her head at chubby ol' Glink.

Years (and 100 pounds later) Glink's Mom finally met us and knew she had done her son wrong.

There is no moral to this story.