Do the words “Big Bopper Magazine” mean anything to you? If you were a kid growing up in the 80’s they should ring a few bells. That publication single-handedly doubled as my bedroom’s wall paper from 86-89!
The year is 1987 and I’m a skinny, long haired, tom-boy who is constantly covered in bruises (because she is always falling out of trees) and is hopelessly IN LOVE with Corey Haim. So much in love that I had over 40 pictures of him plastered to my walls. One year at our family’s Christmas Eve gathering, when it was my turn on Santa’s lap, did I ask for a new bike? No. Did I ask for the latest video game system? (which I believe was the old 8 bit Nintendo) No. I asked for Corey Haim . The entire room roared with laughter but I was serious, dead serious. Unfortunately, Santa did not deliver, and from that point on the fat man was on my shit list!
I was saddened to learn that my childhood heartthrob bit the big one today. In all honestly, I’m surprised he lived this long. Some of, no, make that MOST of the pictures taken of him during the last decade really scare me. So like all good Elvis fans, I too must follow suite, and will make the conscience decision of remembering Mr Haim in his prime glory days that graced my youth.
Tonight I plan on hosting a small get together with a VCR, a bottle of red, and a few vampires!