To: Tunica Albuginea who wrote (14069 ) 8/29/2000 8:47:40 PM From: Druss Respond to of 18998 Tunica--Strange how fate is. I moved away from my first high school to another state after my first year. Had a lot of friends and people I have wondered about over the years. But then there was this kid, not much of a specimen of humanity I guess. One of the things everyone used to say about him is "If you want to break his finger, hit him in the nose." He sat in the back of the classroom, always had empty desks around him, partially because he tended to look contagious but mostly because he was overly fascinated with his ability to emit gas. He was a thick as boulder, if he ever did have a brain cell operating it was a solo effort. He was always arguing about something with the teacher, frequently about hygiene which he had no use at all for. [He lived his creed I guess you could say, the homeroom teacher bought the PE coach a TV for making him take showers after PE.] Kids being kids, we speculated some about him. Occasionally about what sort of career was in the offing for him, but more often about what he would first have sex with. Speculations got pretty wild I suppose, but I think the consensus was his first experience would be with something too stupid or too slow to get away. I didn't think too much about him after I left. Not a pleasant memory and when I did I guess I kind of thought one of his skin diseases would do him in. I was wrong about that. I didn't know at the time acne and ringworm even when that acute, was not fatal. So here it is so many years later. And with all the people I was friends with and would have liked to have come in contact with, here in cyberspace I run into the one person from that high school I wanted to forget about. And nothing has changed, still dumber than most inanimate objects and on the wrong side of every argument. Yes, strange how fate is. Druss