Always told me never to quote music lyrics in a piece of fiction because they're more often than not more apropos than is necessary. But he liked blonde college boys, and though he is a competent teacher, I'm sorry to see he's dead and gone in order for him to be proud that I proved him wrong. Principesa di Persia was in an earlier freshman literature class, my "Helena". Too hairy, not that I mind hair, nor beads, nor Amy Tan, nor 1977.
Where did I meet Kim Rebecca? You know, I can't really say. I remember seeing her, then hanging out at her locker after school, God knows how I got the courage to do that; I couldn't even say more than three words to Tracy Correnti, whose locker was right next to mine. Too blonde. Then came Halloween, and a fit-all-the-people-you-can-pick-up-in-a-night-into-Rock's-microbus then go visit your teachers for trick or treat. Mrs Brown is pretty. I *think* it was like 17 kids, what a coincidence. But Kimmie declined, and she later said she regretted that moment most. We became very close. I joined the Thespians, and she followed me, then I hung out with the replacements and she got to know them. Those are, Matt Chang, Paul Greyson, Norbert Scully, Mark Westover, and John McGregor Jr, along with their people, the Priests, Laurie Oaks, Sue Schwartz [no, she was my people], etc. I suck at acting, but I had a lot of fun. Pam and younger Kim [Sophia's friends] became friends too, until I acted the asshole on an outing once. I got in the school paper due to Sharon Dittmar, editor. Where did Tina Theall come in? I have no idea; after high school I think. I suppose I was a refreshing change from the usual crowd in high school. People respected me, by senior year, though I had no idea at the time. I was one of the elite, *and* one of the outcasts, all at the same time. Guys did coke, drank, wrecked their daddy's cars, but I didn't, and Mr. and Mrs. Rebecca probably appreciated that. They're Gambinos, or at least Mister was. He bowed out of the family. I did run over a lawn mower, and put a dent in Mister's car, but that was really nothing. Kim and I had a great time, and we kept in contact even through college. She was a junior, I was a senior. Our meeting was fortunate circumstance, since she neither sought me out, nor I her, by direction or external guidance. I saw her in the hallway and it was provident. Then Heidi White, Dick Bingham, and Earth events took me away, and I haven't had a chance to look back until now. Alex is from the National Security Council, I think that's the acronym, and I've been surrounded by people who work since those days. My family's reputation precedes, I suppose, and I've been exposed from childhood to everybody, even groomed and then chosen. But they never told me until after I graduated and tried law school at Northern Illinois. Not a fair chance at a real life, after all, but at least I have Kimmie and those very brief years of adulthood without an agenda. My story. Sucks. There's no other way to describe what Kim means to me, and to do it with any sort of justice. IAAMOAAC
