HOW I BECAME “THE FREAK”

by

Blair W. Fisher

Way back in the Fall of 1971 and I was starting my senior year of High School.  My Algebra Buddy, Lenny Hornberger, rode a snowmobile and I rode a motorcycle.  I said to Lenny that he was a “Snowmobile Freak” and he said that I was a “Motorcycle Freak”.  And so, we began to call each other “Freak”, but no one else called us by that name.

Then one morning I had finished my shower and shook my head to fling off the water.  I happened to glance in the mirror and my hair was all wild and curly looking and that’s when I made the decision that would change my life.  I would never again use a comb and this was the way I would head to school that day.  Well, everyone loved the new doo and I was especially happy when several chicks personally told me to keep it that way.  That was it!  The Afro for me was born.  Then later on that day, along came Bruce Hostetter and he commented that “Now you truly are ‘The Freak’“.  And thanks to "Juicer", that name has been my moniker ever since.

 

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