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12/21/2011 08:15 am ET

My Childhood Heroes Led Me To A Life Of Sex, Drugs, And Rock And Roll

In December of 1962 when I was eight years old, one of the few things in my life that really mattered to me, aside from the upcoming Christmas holidays, was my time spent every weekday afternoon with Officer Joe Bolton and the Three Stooges on WPIX Channel 11 New York. No matter what else was going on in my life, outdoor games with my neighborhood pals, illness or pesky homework I was going to be in front of the big old black and white TV in the family room at 5:30 p.m. for Officer Joe and the "Boys" as he called them. I of course was a Curly guy. I could take Shemp in a pinch and Larry held his own, but Moe in my eyes was a bully much like this fourth grader in school who punched me in the stomach when I wouldn’t let him see my Dracula jigsaw puzzle. In the end, though, Moe was still a Stooge and bully or not, he was my bully and it never dampened my love for the boys.

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