“People you may know:” [some random girl I fucked in High School]
Hmm… *clicks profile*… Oh cool, she’s become an anti-GMO/anti-vaccine/anti-flouride nutjob. Sweet.
Slightly related as it also has to do with the facebooks, someone I know has a baby with a big giant bulging red mole on its forehead. They keep posting pictures of the baby, as one does. Nobody has ever mentioned anything about the mole as far as I know.
In unrelated news, I started experiencing cold symptoms last Friday night, was extremely snotty all weekend, then it devolved into a congested cough around Monday morning-ish, then just started to clear up completely last night… then I woke up around 3 this morning feeling like I’d been punched in the face thanks to a brand new Sinus infection. Got up and took some painkillers, then in the morning blew my nose and turned the tissue bright red. Been loading up on painkillers and decongestants all day (aside: why is it so difficult to get a decongestant without acetaminophen?).
In 6th grade, we had a periodic brief interlude (daily? weekly? I don’t recall) of some number of minutes (10? 15? 20? Again, I do not recall) where we would sit at our desks and read silently to ourselves. Books were to be brought from home for this purpose. Early in the year, I took a Dungeons & Dragons module to read (I believe it was D2: Shrine of the Kuo-Toa). After the reading period was over, the teacher told me that if I brought it again it would be confiscated. There was a kid I didn’t know who also saw me reading the module, and said, “Hey, you play Dungeons and Dragons?” This was Vincent. He was new to the school, having just moved to the area from Alaska. He quickly became my best friend during my 6th grade year. We hung out at each others’ houses, and I remember going on some hiking trips and things like that with his family. I believe my mom got along with his mom as well, since I remember my mom being over at their house for some sort of party, which according to my shitty memory was somewhat unusual. In 7th grade he became kind of a dick and we stopped hanging out. I think he moved back to Alaska at the end of that year or possibly the next year – he was definitely gone by High School.
I had another friend named Jeremiah; he and his brother Tim (a year younger) were in our Dungeons and Dragons group. Their mom was a hardcore Jehovah’s Witness and did not want them playing Dungeons and Dragons because it had magic. She actually called my house and talked to me directly about it, telling me they weren’t allowed to play. Then at some point she stopped by the house and talked to my mom about Jehovah’s Witness stuff (sorry, mom). I was friends with Jeremiah through Jr. High, but then around 9th grade he started being a dick and we stopped hanging out. Jeremiah sort of vanished into the background crowd after that, but I did still see Tim around throughout High School. He was one of a handful of sort of new romantic proto-goths at the school. (To be honest, I remember that whole “scene” at my school being Tim and some girl he used to platonically hang out with, but there may have been more). We were both somehow acquainted with the “Drama” people (I think he was acting, and I did a brief stint in the lighting/sound dept.), so we would run into each other and hang out and smoke pot from time to time.
In 5th or 6th grade we had a PE class a couple times a week, taught by Mr. Niece. One weekend someone painted the words “NIECE SUCKS DONKEY DICKS” in giant letters on the walls of the handball court. They were immediately repainted, but then we couldn’t play handball on Monday because of the wet paint.
In 3rd or 4th grade there was a 6th grader nicknamed “Bigfoot” who was huge, pretty much the size of an adult. He once bent the rim on one of the basketball hoops doing pull-ups.
The janitor at my elementary school was an old black guy. The girls called him daddy. It was rumored that if he found a stray dog on campus he would take it out back and kill it.
I recently entered a needle and ink shop with an acquaintance whom had an appointment.
I took photos.
I didn’t recognize the piercer but she knew me from high school. She was overjoyed to tell us how she tried to convince her sister, recently, to name her child after a bad-ass she knew in high school: Me. Her words. It slowly came back.
My acquaintance asked a few questions about my teen years. The piercer delighted in talking about me, like I was her favorite band or comfort food. She also said things in a way that convinced me she has indulged in the idea of me in recent years.
One of my friends from high school died last week.
Darren was a fine fellow, well liked by all. He was born with severe birth defects; he had extremely short and misshapen arms and legs, similar to children born under the influence of thalidomide, although he was born much too late for that particular epidemic. His arms were barely long enough to hold a pipe to his mouth and light the contents with a lighter, an activity we indulged in on many occasions. I saw him walk a few times, a sort of bowlegged waddling, however he mostly stayed in a wheelchair, which – at school and at parties – was nearly always surrounded by a cloud of hot metalhead girls.
It’s been about 20 years since I last saw Darren. I believe the last time was at the bar of a crappy heavy metal club called Jezebel’s, during one of those seemingly rare moments it was not shut down by the Health Department. His arms were covered with tattoos that would barely cover my shoulder, and he’d gone ahead and gotten a tattoo on the side of his nose, because hey, what the fuck has he got to lose. I do not know what he had done since then.
This weekend, through the magic of the face-book, I learned of his recent death; I do not know any details, but assume it was related to issues he was born with.