Game 7, but late and thus just an excuse to write something I don't have to think of myself.
My earliest memory I can think of off the top of my head would probably be in a class room with a young boy named John. John's dad, as it later turned out, was a murderer! What fun. John also later turned out to be a highly intelligent young lad. He made me a bracelet out of a dull orange construction paper, and drew a green "jewel" on it, and gave it to me. I don't know why I remember that, or why I remember thinking to myself this was just like a movie where I got up and packed my books and walked away. That might have been another time that I did that, though. I hope it was. He made me a bracelet! Come on now. Who makes construction paper bracelets for just anyone? He wasn't that kind of guy.
I don't know what happened to John. I'm not sure I'll ever find out. I wonder if he changed his name. Or if he's ashamed. I hope he's not. As lame as it sounds, I hope he's alright.
I don't know what happened to John. I'm not sure I'll ever find out. I wonder if he changed his name. Or if he's ashamed. I hope he's not. As lame as it sounds, I hope he's alright.
