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Tired - Listening to: Lady Jane -- The Rolling Stones
- Reading: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I'm here. Thought I'd share something I whipped up a while ago. It's quite true and now that I look at it, kind of funny.
Over the past few months Ive lost about four people I truly loved. It began in July with my cousin, Will and continued on until November. Maybe it started before that with my friends suicide. People died, people moved, and shit hit the fan. Whatever happened to them I think I can say I have a few people I miss. In these few months since July Ive found that theres no reason to dwell on the past. Sure, I can remember them.; why the hell not? I loved them and I still do. But the difference is how I remember them. Im not going to sit in my own corner all my life dwelling on when they were I alive. Im still alive. However, that doesnt mean there arent people that are alive that I miss. I think Ill tell you about him.
If my town is a druggie town, you should see Fairfield. If we buy weed, they order it by the ton. Am I exaggerating? Maybe a little. But my point is that if my town is Stonerville, Fairfield is Stone City.
John Peterson moved from Fairfield to our humble town of Stepford wife wannabes, commuting business men, and suburban kids who listened to rap in May of 2007. And whos to say that Jackie wasnt amongst them? Oh, he was. His underwear? Everyday I could tell you what color they were because his jeans hung so low. His walk? Like a caveman with a bad limp. It was only a matter of time before he got grillz and started free-versing in the hallway.
Other than the fact that John Peterson was a ghetto wannabe, he was a stoner of the worst kind. The kind that smelled. I had the great misfortune of sharing each core class with John and sitting across from him in science during the first half of my eighth grade year. Oh, Lord, did he smell. If youve ever smelled weed, its a sickly-sweet grassy smell -- almost herbal. He smelled of stale weed, vodka, and to cover it up, Tag Body Spray for Men. Honestly, if youre going to get high, for Gods sake, go get high and then take a shower. Dont try and cover it up like that.
Regardless of how he smelled, I had to suffer through it every single damned day. At lunch hed steal my chips -- how do I know? You could almost smell where hed been. The worst, though was science class. For my first quarter I sat with Stevie Carson, Johnny Klien, and John Peterson. Now, let the record say that John never had any misfortune in looks. He was damn hot. Stevie was quite aware of this fact, seeing as she giggled at his jokes, stared at him with no shame, and always let him cheat on tests.
Now, Im I care a hell of a lot about my grades, but Im not always above letting someone have the answers on lab questions and the likes. That is, someone who I like. That is, not John Peterson. To compensate for my apparent bitchyness for not letting him cheat, John amused himself and Stevie by pushing Johnny off of his stool and throwing staples at me. I got back at him by breaking a pencil or something of his. It became a battle of the immaturity. Whoever came out most immature and most pissed off won; or lost. It's really either way you look at it, I suppose.
Our little battle raged on until early November when one day John and one of his stoner friends decided to deal in the courtyard. Real smart, boys. It was something of a sight, actually. I was sitting in the back of the courtyard with some friends when we saw the vice principal come out with the school security guard. John split -- except, oh, wait, where the hell are you gonna go in the middle of a courtyard with two men who are about the size of bouncers following you? Yeah, not far.
John got sent to the principle's, arrested, sent to rehab, came back to Fairfield to live with his dad in January and started back again. Its kind of sad, really. He was really smart -- I could tell since I had all my classes with him. He was brilliant in math. Its just a shame that he wasted it all on pot and drinking.
Do you think Im crazy that I miss John? I bet you do. Theres a small part of me that had a shameful crush on him. He was cute, had the chance to be brilliant, and he was funny in an annoying way. Since his pot dealing at BMS hes been expelled, but we still talk about him. Hes something of a legend, really. And I dont think Im the only one who misses him, either. He provided an entertainment outside of the usual girly-bitch drama in middle school; he made us laugh and I did get some passive, otherwise bottled up aggression out on him. I think its one of those almost guilty entertainments; not like porn where I imagine you feel ashamed and afraid to be caught. More like one of those crappy soaps on TV that somehow air for years. John was a dramady that was so bad that everyone just loved it. So for that, I wish my dramady still aired, but I also wish him the best, wherever he may be. Heres to you, JP.