March 22, 2005

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  The next memorization will be of TheIdiotSavant. I’ve known him for quite some time, but it wasn’t until about halfway though the sixth grade that I became friends with him. He was like me: a social outcast, school-smart, geeky, and liked Star Wars. Actually, now that I think about it, it was being friends with him that made me fall in love with Star Wars. I remember going to his house and pretty much becoming part of his family. I love his parents. His mother taught me in kindergarten and his dad is just an awesome guy. My fondest memories, besides pressing my face against a piece of plexiglass and doing an impression of Dr. Evazan from the Mos Eisley Cantina, would be the memories I have of a place called Woman Lake.

  
  

      I had the outstanding fortune to travel to Minnesota with him and his family on two occasions. The first occasion was during the summer after we became friends. I was incredibly naive, so I believed everything I was told, which led to a great deal of laughter at my expense. I don’t mind though. I learned how to fish (the correct way), how to tie on lures and hooks, how to water ski (sort of), how to shoot pool, how WONDERFUL Sioux City Sarsasparilla is, how weird it is to drink around ten of them in one night, how many mosquito bites one human being can indeed endure, how to flip open a pocketknife, how to launch a fishing boat, how to cook fish over an open fire, and how to catch a walleye, amongst other things. I also met and had a short-lived crush on a young lady who will only be identified as “Sarah.” I have not seen her since, though I ALMOST did when I went back this past summer.

  
  

      This past summer I went up to Woman Lake with the same bunch and spent a BEAUTIFUL and WONDERFULLY relaxing week reading, fishing, and realizing I am getting really old and my tubing days are short-lived. Perhaps if I had not worn myself out working this past summer I’d have gone more than once. Hard to tell. However, I learned a new fishing knot, I caught a lot more fish than I even thought I would, experienced how incredibly huge the Shore Lunch tradition had become, and for the first time in my life I stood proudly on the bow of a ship flying the Jolly Roger. Nothing like cruising by listening to the little children scream as a tall man stands proudly on the prow of a bass fishing boat, his long hair trailing behind him, his knife at his side, the Jolly Roger whipping furiously in the wind while his shipmate, TheIdiotSavant, bares a knife in his teeth and raises a liquor bottle high in salutation. Ah, the bliss. Thanks for the memories matey.

  
  

  Why a picture of the Riddler? Why not? Just kidding. I don’t know, I couldn’t find a nice painting that reminded me of my friend I guess. That and he is extremely bright, clever, and also crazy. Just like The Riddler. Yes, that’s why I chose the picture.

  
  

  Next will be linds7384. Ta-ta.

  
  

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  Just wanted to let all of you know that the saga of Mystery Girl continues, and very soon I will do something very very brave. I am scared to death, but it must be done.

  
  

  You know, I feel like Cyrano de Bergerac. All of you who are familiar with the tale know how Cyrano, a fairly unattractive man, falls in love with the beautiful Roxanne and, knowing he cannot win her with good looks, woos her secretly with his words. Eventually it works. Hopefully, I will be so lucky.

  
  

  Honestly, I have no greater fear than the fear I have of beautiful women. No fire burns brighter or more fiercely than my heart alight with love, and too many times I have been burned by my own flames. Too many times have I had to extinguish my flaming flesh with my own tears, too many times have I lain in bed feeling my flesh being knit back together cell by cell, too many times have I had to desperately search for the tiniest twigs and leaves to keep the coals from being extinguished entirely. How long can I continue?

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