Getting Even With My Sister

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Getting Even With My Sister

• Probably one of the first strange plans that I
  ever implemented.

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The Year, 1982
In 1982, my sister was on the verge of becoming
cool and I wasnt. She had a nice stereo/record
player (for the times) and insisted on proving
why she decided to feather her hair. She had a
nice collection of Heavy Metal albums including
Ozzy Ozzbourne and ACDC, and insisted on playing
her music loud. While feathering her hair - she
played it loud, while squeezing into a pair of
Jordache - she played it loud, while hiding
matches and other cigarette paraphernalia in
the front cover of her telescope - she played it
loud. (That was a good hiding spot Michelle)
After sensibly discussing this delicate matter in
my ever so non-threatening hey, can we have a
serious discussion voice, I was laughed at and
she turned up the music even louder. It was time
to come up with a plan and take action. Since
my stereo/record player was a piece of shit
compared to a piece of shit, I needed a way to
amplify my radio so I could play mine loud and
annoy her. But whats a nine year old know about
amplifiers?
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The Master Plan
Instead of bringing my sister to my music, I was
taking it to her. While home alone at the age
nine I decided that the only way for her to hear
my music and disturb her was to rig up a speaker
in her room. The plan was to drill a hole
through our adjoining closet walls, (using a hand
drill because I was afraid of the power one)
place one of my speakers in her closet, run the
wire back to my stereo, sit back wait to blast
her out of her room. But, there were two minor
problems (1) The coolest record I had to blast
her with was The Clashs - Rock the
Casbah. and (2) I hadnt thought about what
would happen when she went to search for this
mysterious noise coming out of her closet. The
plan worked great until then! She went in her
room, closed the door, and before she had a
chance to turn on her radio, blam! I pumped up
Rock the Casbah. But boy did I feel stupid when
I heard her say to her friend on the phone, I
hear something coming from the closet. I heard
the closet door open and instantaneously felt
dumb as shit because the gig was up. The true
sign that the gig was up was when I heard her say
what the hell? At that point, the plan
backfired because I had to beg her to not tell
mom and dad that I drilled a hole in their closet.
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The Bedroom Layout - How It Was To Go Down
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The Wiring Diagram
Routing the speaker from my room to my sisters.
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Actual Photos
Going from the bottom left corner of my closet
into my sisters room.
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Actual Photos
This angle is coming into my sisters room from my
room. When she opened the closet door, the
speaker was about as smack dab in the middle of
the closet as it could get. I dont know why I
didnt try to hide it. After the gig was up, I
was worried that bugs and spiders might try
getting into my room from the inside of the wall,
so I put a couple band aids over the holes.
Yeah, that really worked. If anything it helped
them heal faster if they got injured trying to
get into my room.
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Did The Parents Ever Find Out?
At the time, my parents never found out. It
wasnt until around 18 years later that I fessed
up to them at a family function. I figured they
could punish me now. My parents even laughed
pretty hard at that story. Did I ever tell them
about the stuff I used to hide in the drop
ceiling of Club Habel???