Sarah Brown is so good at verbalizing exactly what is going on that sometimes its disgusting. This recent post reminded me of this boy in high school named, Michael, that in my head and to Donna I called, Ponyboy.

He was so beautiful and skinny and had this heart crushing haircut that had bangs in the front and a little bit long in the back. Like Atreyu. And I think he only owned heavy metal t-shirts. And he had this incredible brother (Sodapop, doy) who had perfect Axl Rose hair that was always wet when he got to school and he wore a white(!) leather jacket. And they were both all resource classes.

Anyway one summer I had to go to summer school for math and he had work crew. I pretty much would screw around after class as long as I possibly could so that I could finagle a reason to talk to him. Donna lived right beside school so I could go to her house later which afforded me more time to screw around. His brother was work crew too and clearly found me to be a complete pain in the ass. But it’s ok, b/c according to my fantasies he had a real rough life with that dad that pushed them around and all.

So one day I’m talking to him in the cafeteria and he just plants this kiss on me. And just as the chorus rose and the heavens opened Mr. Webb my stupid math teacher had to happen by.

I remember why this was the end of the whole thing. If it was up to me we’d be married now.