Archive for August, 2015
Looking after a mate’s bat
The first time I got drunk was New Year’s Eve, 1985. A group of high school mates gathered at Jason Jabba Ball’s house in Oak Park and drank whiskey because Bon Scott did, with a few beers as throw down.
I’d known Jabba for a few years. He was a tall brown-headed kid, solidly built without aggression. A lot of girls at high school fell in teenage love with Jabba. He was kissing girls long before I did.