A conversation with Ed

The following is the last conversation I had with Ed

Phil: Hello?
Ed: Hey Phil It's Ed I'm in town.
Phil: Cool man, you want to do something?
Ed: No I'm actually heading back to St.George
Phil: oh, well you should have called me earlier, but hey I might be heading down to St.George in a couple weeks. You should give me your number.
Ed: I don't have a phone.
Phil: So how are you calling me now?
Ed: Oh I'm using my brothers cell phone. It's pretty much mine because I use it all the time.
Phil: So what's his numb- ah never mind, have a good one Ed bye.

Ed Johnson story 1

This Ed Johnson story takes us way back to my fourteenth birthday sleepover celebration. I had a whole crew of all-stars over that night, so something brilliant was bound to happen. After we enjoyed some soft porn in the form of the movie "Hollywood Hot tubs" we had retired to the backyard to begin some other form of unholy mischief. As soon as are sleeping bags were unraveled on the ground a pillow fight broke out. Ed thinking he was so damned brave challenged us all at once. Little did he know Nick Correa was playing with a loaded pillow. As we surrounded and beat the brains out of Ed, Ed unsurprisingly freaked out about it. Ed turned to Boyd Madsen and punched him right in his mouth. I knew my party rep was on the line so I swooped in like a hawk and captured Ed in the first of many choke holds I would preform in my life. Ed went limp, so I let go and he did what any good Indian by would do, he ran. After Ed had taken off maybe for Canada, Nick said "hey guys I forgot about this" and then pulled a baseball out of his pillow case. He begged us not tell Ed, and he even cried a little bit, but the first thing we did was try to hunt Ed down to tell him. Ed finally returned in the wee hours of the morning apologized and went to sleep in my bed away from the rest of us. In the morning all was forgiven and friendships renewed

The Legend of Ed Johnson

Here it is . On the advice of my friend Boyd I have decided to dedicate most of this blog to memories of Edwin Yazee Johnson son of Key Johnson. My intent here is not to offend anyone who knows Ed, just to offend his loved ones. In reality I just have some crazy stories about ol Ed an Me and I think others will enjoy them. Every week I will share a new story or memory, but you won't get any more background after this blog so pay attention. Ed and I grew up a few blocks apart. We attended the same elementary Hillsdale. Back then Hillsdale didn't have a huge minority population so even though I am blonde with blue eyes I was always put down as a Native American because of some crazy Indian ancestry. Ed as you should know by his middle name is also Indian. Once in a while they would gather us together(like the agents of old) and tell us what we could get out of our heritage. It was at one of these gathering that I first saw Ed. How could I not notice him with his amazing rat tail haircut. Later I would share a soccer team with Edwin and finally we enjoyed church services together where Ed turned in his rat tail for an even more amazing bollo tie. Though most of my stories will seem negative about Ed I do have to say I still have some love for the guy, and in fact had actually admired him in Jr high mistaking being clueless with confidence. He is never malicious or mean he just pissed me off a lot. So Ed if you ever come across this by googling yourself hopefully we can get back together and make more insane memories