I remember hot summer nights on the Stoop talking shit until the sun came up, eating Memo's Pizza, and heckling people waiting in line to get into Supermarket. I think that we took personal offence to the amount of 905’ers that would accumulate at that place and our territorial nature kicked in whenever we heard their music from the Stoop or saw a line outside their building. It induced in us an immediate need to tap into our inner stand-up comedian and heckle whoever was in proximity to that building.
This was our routine on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, summer after summer until we reached a boiling point and decided we couldn't tolerate their absolute nonsense any longer.
A little tipsy but still with deadly accuracy, Ryan, Appleyard, his brother, I, and I think the Traffic team snuck up to the roof to unleash an inhuman barrage of water balloons at the line waiting outside. I remember ducking down behind the bricks for cover, but not before seeing one security guard take most of the water balloon fire.
He stormed into the shop, yelling, "Who the fuck threw that shit!" Everyone on the ground floor responded with a collective shrug so loud we heard it from the roof.
This was one of many legendary summer nights at the shop, immortalized in T-shirt form for a select few who remember what went down.