I miss that one guy.  No, not him – the other guy.  

I fell in love once with a guy who was a . . . musician. *hanging my head in shame*  I know I know, but do try to remember that I make the poorest of choices.  That was more than eight years ago and I haven’t talked to him in ages, and despite it all, I still miss him.  Isn’t that funny?

When I was in ninth grade I was placed in a behavior disorder class simply because it was the only possible way to get me to school.  Fourteen years old and 300 pounds, would you wanna go to class?  But the BD class was great, there were perhaps four students in there tops.  I had the delightful pleasure of sharing this tiny insignificant class with one of the most fun guys ever.  *fanning self* Not only that but he was smart to boot.  What the hell was he doing stuck in that class?  I dunno, why the hell was I there?

I’ll never forget the day he introduced me to Monty Python.  He absolutely could not believe I’d never heard of the infamous Parrot Sketch.  It was one those days where there was absolutely nothing to be done; boredom would’ve engulfed us all if Kevin hadn’t come to our rescue.  He proceeded to perform the entire script from Monty Python’s The Holy Grail.  It was spectacular; he could mimic an English accent like no other.  To this day even the movie itself has never made me laugh so hard than his own interpretation.

He later dropped out of high school and virtually vanished off the Earth.  The last I heard he was working onna shark boat in the Gulf of Mexico, but even that was nearly nine years ago. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that he was dead now.

But what a way to gurl’s heart eh?