Intro: What started as two teens in love as turned into a near disaster for the City they live in. Romance and Humor go hand in hand. Two kids from two different but respected backgrounds meet, fall in love and in one night, turn the entire City of Boston upside down by announcing they’re expecting twins.

Vincent Brown is an 18-year old High School grad taking a year off from school to recharge. 12 years of schooling can do that to ya! His Mother is the Executive Assistant of a National Service Program. His Father builds homes for a living—and his wealth. With all those resources Vince is never short of cash.

Rene Choi is an 18-year old Grade School Grad who just moved to Boston from Seoul, South Korea. Her parents wanted her to go to a good university and this is where they have settled. After being introduced to the Philanthropy known as City Year, she joins as a 1st year Corps Member. Her Father is a world-renowned Video Game designer. Her Mother owns a slew of highly successful Restaurants in the US, South Korea, Great Britain, Japan and Canada. With that much power and money Rene has everything she could possibly need to succeed.

Both Teens keep a Journal of their lives and this story will be told in that form. I will try to alternate between the two and will also highlight whose journal entry you are reading. See what happens when these rich kids meet!

Although a lot of the stuff mentioned is real, the story “technically” and “officially” didn’t really happen, so this is fiction. With that in mind I would like to say this:

(Quote from the end credits of movies)

“The story you have seen is fictional. Anything featured similar to any actual event is purely coincidental and unintended.”

In short, if this (for some reason) actually happened either recently or some years ago I’d like to know about it! When you call it in, be sure to include some proof—A link to an article or pics will do. ;)

Side note: I actually DO live in Boston so I can say that this never happened (yet!). And yes, I am counting Ben/Jen and Bobby/Whitney. XD

October 5-Vincent

12:30PM

Yeah Journal, it’s me. As I expected, my parents made me come to City Year Boston’s Opening day at Quincy Market for the 16th time. I like Mike and Alan but do I HAVE to come here? Aside from seeing yet another slew of “young idealists” doing jumping jacks and shit the day was pretty bland.

It was kinda embarrassing with people asking me why I hadn’t joined the program myself, knowing my mum was the Executive Assistant of City Year Boston. I did have to pose for a few shots as well. After the festivities “officially end” The Corps will go off to do Community Service. Guess who’s being forced to go with them?

Rene-Same Day

4:30PM

Hey Journal! Today was the opening day for The Boston Corps. It was pretty neat. We did PT in Quincy Market and even got the crowd to join in, too. Mom and Dad even made it, too! They said they might have to miss it because of their jobs but they came. That made the day that much more special.

After me and the rest of the Hyde Park-Roslindale Team posed for a photo with Hewlett-Packard (our team sponsor), we headed off to do community service at the Esplanade. It was lots of fun since I had heard a lot of great things about this place. We even had volunteers who worked with us as well.

“Give it some time and people will want to do more to keep this park cleaned.” Said B.K., our Team’s 2nd year Corps member. “All people need to see is some hope and it will happen.” “What do they use this park for?” I asked him. “Hmm…where to start…” he began. “There’s the 4th of July, Boston Pops, Boston Symphony Orchestra, Movies in the summer and concerts that feature such artists as Aerosmith and the like.”

“You seem to know a lot of stuff about a place people don’t hear about unless it makes news.” Said this guy who was working next to us. “I used to say the same thing until I had workshops and other stuff inside the complex last December.” He replied. “I think most people who come here for events have some personal vendetta.”

“Do you really think so?” I asked him. “Believe me, I know all too well.” He replied. “He’s Vincent, by the way. His mother is the Executive Assistant to Charlie Rose. He’s cool but isn’t really into the whole ‘shove it down my throat’ thing, as he puts it.”

“Sounds bad.” I said. “You must have it tough, huh?” But when I looked up, Vincent was gone. He’d somehow vanished without anyone noticing. He’d even left his work gloves on site.

Vincent-Same Day

6:00PM

I never thought I’d get out of there sooner than later. The first thing I did when they let me go was grab a few cans of paint thinner and a cloth rag from the supply box. Next, I sprayed some on the slightly paint-stained rag, covered my mouth and nose with it and inhaled deeply.

People say it’s a quick high but it’s an obscenely cheap one. It did its job, though. After 3 deep breaths I started to swoon. This would assure a hasty exit from the service site. I threw the evidence into the water and lumbered back towards the City Year folk.

Along the way I decided to walk across this huge sidewalk next to a lake. I didn’t remember it being there before and wanted to get a view. I walked across the pathway teetering close to the edge. I probably looked drunk to everyone watching. Not that I minded, of course.

Unable to sustain my balance, I felt myself falling into the water. Right before I hit the surface, someone grabbed me and pulled me away from the water. “Hey, you need help!” The girl said. “Someone call an ambulance!” Then I blacked out.

When I woke up I was at The New England Medical Center. I had been hallucinating, someone said. “Thank goodness you finally woke up.” Said My Mom, who was in the room. She sounded more mad than relieved. “You can’t keep sniffing chemicals to get out of stuff. If you didn’t want to go you could’ve just said so!”

“Ah, what of it?” I replied. “I knew what I was doing.” “And what would that be?” Asked the Cop who was also in the room. At this point I noticed I was strapped down tight to the bed. Fuck, they think I’m an addict or psycho. “I just wanted a quick way out of hanging around a bunch of bums in Red Jackets.”

“That sounds reasonable.” Mom said. “It’s too bad you’re on your last strike. You know what that means.” “You’re kidding me!” I said. “No way! I’d rather get neutered than do that!” Lisa Thortenberry for City Year Boston’s Recruitment Dept. walked into the room at this point. She was holding a black Timberland shopping bag.

“At this point sir, you don’t have a choice.” She said to me. “You were warned by your Parents, Alan, Charlie, Menino, Romney, Stephen and Commissioner O’Toole that if you got wasted at another Public Event involving City Year you going to become a Corps Member.”

She took out a Red Jacket inside the shopping bag she was carrying and spread it open across the bed I was strapped in. My name was on it. “Consider yourself a member of the 2004-2005 Boston Corps.” Said Lisa. “Not for long.” I shot back. “I quit!” “Nice try, hot shot.” She replied. “You’re in it until the Police say otherwise.”

“The rest of your uniform has already been delivered to your room.” Said Mom. “You’re to report to the 3rd floor of the Red Cross building for your team assignment next Tuesday. If you don’t show up by 10:30AM the State Police will be sent to find you.” “That really isn’t necessary.” I said. “Neither was what you did.” Said the cop.

All I could do was sulk. Life as I knew it was pretty much over.

Rene-October 16

10:00PM

Hiya! I just got back from City Year’s Annual Gallon Challenge. It’s a fundraiser held the Saturday before Serve-A-Thon to raise money. Corps members and staff past and present gather in a contest to see who can drink a gallon of Moo-Moo in 60 minutes—AND hold it down.

In the history of the Event, only one person has actually won this grotesque contest of testosterone. B.K., one of my teammates also known as “The Vacuum” was looking to become the second. Not only that, the guy who become the first to win it last year came back to defend his “title”.

One of the things that made this Challenge more ironic was the fact that spectators could not only place their bets on who they thought would win but also who would be the first to barf. “Why didn’t you do it last year?” I asked him. “I was doing media coverage.” He replied. “I’ll be more than happy to show you what I got.”

“Maybe another time.” I said, already starting to smell something rancid. I looked around and noticed a lot of the participants were CMs from this year. I even spotted Vincent Brown, the Corps Member who was forced to do City Year by the State. Maybe he was looking to show up everybody else.

“Contestants, get ready to drink some Milk!” Said the “Game Show Host”. At this point everyone uncorked the gallons of milk that was in front of them. The Gallon Challenge was about to start.

Vincent-Same Night

8:30PM (earlier time)

When it comes to drinking, I am the one. Only 30 minutes have passed but I just finished my gallon of milk. Not even B.K., the guy everyone put ALL their money on is halfway done. He thought he was smart by drinking his Milk with Apple Pie but it’s slowing him down too much. At this rate he’ll puke at any moment. Now. All that’s left to do is relax.

Rene-Same Night

10:30PM

I still can’t believe how the Gallon Challenge ended. Even though Vincent drink a whole gallon in 30 minutes he still managed to not only lose the contest but he also barfed up the entire gallon of milk-on a crowd of people! Like B.K. said earlier that week, when people barf up milk it comes out hard and FAST.

In the last 10 Minutes, B.K had just finished the Apple Pie he’d brought (Mrs. Smith’s frozen Apple Pies, in case you’re interested) and started on the rest of his milk. At this point Vincent, probably cocky since he’d downed his Moo-Moo in 30 minutes and was waiting for time to run out, was dancing and jumping up and down around the table.

“You suck, B.K!” He was shouting. “I shacked my milk in 30 minutes and you still have a lot left to chug!” “That’s what you think.” B.K stopped chugging long enough to say. “What are you gonna do about it?” He asked, giving B.K the finger. B.K simply returned the gesture and kept drinking. That’s when Vincent went for the now empty milk bottle.

Apparently guessing what he planned to do with it, the host pushed the table in Vincent’s path. It happened so fast Vincent didn’t have time to move. He was knocked off his feet and landed onto the table HARD on his stomach. At that moment, B.K yelled, “Done!” He held up the empty container in triumph.

“Time is up!” Said the host. “Aw, shucks!” Said the now former champion. He apparently didn’t finish his milk because of the distraction caused by Vincent and B.K. “Since two people have finished their milk within the time limit, who ever can hold it for the next 120 seconds will be declared the winner!”

That proved to be unnecessary. When Vincent finally got off the table, he looked PALE. The sight of him muted the crowd instantly. “That’s too bad.” Said B.K after eyeing him for a minute. “What do you mean?” I asked him. “He’s gonna blast any second.” He replied. “If he isn’t moved over to that bucket I’d hate to be where he’s facing!”

The warning came too late. Right after saying that, Vincent’s mouth turned into a pressurized Fire Hose, launching milk directly at the audience. It was like he was trying to extinguish a fire that wasn’t there. The first one lasted for 10 seconds. He drenched 5 people with milk and stomach juice. After that he barfed again at the people who tried to run for cover by the garage. He nailed 7 people.

“Talk about a whitewashing!” said someone in the audience. “I’m gonna smell for days!” “This guy is sick!” Said someone else.” I’m glad I put my money on B.K!” “Looks like we have a winner!” Said the host. The winner of this year’s Gallon Challenge is none other than CYB’s own B.K Thomas!”

The crowd (those who were still around after Vincent’s fiasco) cheered. Overall, they were impressed with the ending. They never thought they’d see someone eat an apple pie AND drink a gallon of milk in one hour! I think I was the only one who had actually noticed Vincent fall to the ground unconscious. At that point I shouted, “Someone get a doctor! Vincent’s not breathing!”

That concludes Part 1 of this VERY twisted story. Much of the characters are real people unless otherwise noted. And in case you are wondering, B.K. is me. He will be one of 4 supporting characters. 2 more are introduced in Part 2. And no, I am not predicting the future. I DO know I can easily win the Gallon Challenge, however.

As a publicity stunt, I ate 72 donuts at Cyzygy ’04. I didn’t get reimbursement but I did it anyways. After that, people can’t wait to see me at the Gallon Challenge. And yes, I do plan to eat an Apple Pie while I do it.