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the coolest thing happened today!

Today I got a phone call where a voice asked if he was speaking to Madladyred, except instead of MLR the voice slowly enunciated my entire name, with a bit of a pause between each name. At first I thought, huh? My middle name is not on the college website. Then I recognized the voice.

Waaaaaaaaaaay back in high school, no wait... waaaaaaaaaaay back in junior high I made a friend in chess club. A really good friend. I can't even begin to describe how good ... it would take too long and make no sense and be rather goofy. (I miss the fiercely competitive two square games where he often aimed the ball below my porch screen to make it harder for me return. I have a poem dedicated to serial killers thanks to him. We kept a "duo diary" with bizarre top ten lists. We frequently climed the elementary schoolyard fence and spent hours walking around their track talking nonsense.)

He joined the USAF after high school, and once he left the area I lost touch with him despite keeping in touch with his mom. I would occasionally hear bits about his location, his daughters, his wife, his job, etc., but she never gave me his email or address - not even when I was trying to get it for our 20 year high school reunion!

He retired (cuz we're old) and is back in the area. He actually tracked me down via county clerk marriage records (so he says - LOL) instead of just calling my mom to find my married name and called the college to get info. He said he wanted to go through me so that I could get credit for recruiting someone. If only we got bonuses like that! Still, I got to be all professional and send out catalog/application etc. and did up a nice email with links to important college sites.

We also managed to to do some catching up! I sent him a picture of me and Monkeys dressed as zombies (the only picture I had of us on my work system) from Raven's bday party. Best, we did some reminiscing, which was really nice. I think I talked too much, but it was just so nice to get to talk to him again. And in my head, whenever he was speaking I was picturing the John Lennon cartoon character! LOL! I'm not sure why, except that in high school EVERYTHING was connected to the Beatles somehow. (In high school I ate, slept, and drank Beatles.) For a week now I've been listening to them so that in combination with my flash from the past phonecall was powerful. I felt 16 again!

One summer day when my best friend Jay was over visiting from Tallahassee we jumped the fence to Wright Elementary - a favorite pass time of my friends when in high school. We were hanging out on the monkey bars behind the school talking about very serious things. Suddenly we noticed a strange man in a trench coat walking towards us. We realized we were completely alone and hidden behind the school and got scared, so we dropped down from the bars and started walking toward the field where people were playing catch. Mr. Trenchcoat switched trajectories to match ours. We grew more concerned. One of us said something like "Keep walking, look calm. Don't run." He kept coming. We sped up. He sped up. One of us said something like "Keep walking. Just keep walking." Once we got closer to the man playing catch with his kids we felt better, and we settled by the parallel bars. Mr. Trench was still walking toward us, so Jay and I had to make a decision to stay there near the family or make a break for my house over the fence and across the street. Suddenly I said, "Oh, FSMIT* said he might come over today. Maybe that's him." Jay had never met him, so she didn't know what he looked like. I didn't have my glasses on, so I couldn't actually see Mr. Trench's face to recognize him. We sat on the parallel bars and Mr. Trench caught up to us. It *was* FSMIT. Ooops. Fit of giggles. He was wearing my dad's trenchcoat. Another fit of giggles. He questioned our running from him (not in those words) and we explained we thought he was a serial killer. He probably said something like he could be or was one or something sarcastic and funny. I was too relieved at that point to remember, but he was referred to as the serial killer for some time after that. When I emailed Jay to tell her I'd heard from him today her response was three words: "OMG Keep Walking!!!"

So the next day I gave him a poem that went something like this. (Keep in mind, I was 15 when wrote this, so it's not Shakespeare.)

I'd like to dedicate a song
to psychopathic killers.
Though life without them would be long
would it be as fun?
That is the question, deserving no answer, like many others today.
And people close their eyes and they wish them all away.
I don't believe them though, I mean, look at people's lives.
In movies, books and magazines
lurid details all.
See Jane run
See Dick die
Kill Spot kill
Our modern day heroes
Jason, Freddy, Steven King
You love them, and me.
So I'll pattern my life after my heroes
and kill everyone I see.

* FSMIT stands for Future Spam Man In Training. When I was in 11th grade someone was going around the school writing SPAM on the chalkboards when the rooms were empty. Some kind of break-in Spamming. No one knew who it was, and it was the talk of the school for a while. We called him "The SpamMan." My friend said he know who the SpamMan was, a senior, and that he was being trained to take over as SpamMan next year when the current one moved on. I was sworn to secrecy, so I made up the acronym FSMIT to use when writing about him in my diary. Hmmm. I kept that secret for 20 years. I shouldn't even be posting this! He might kill me considering his history as a serial killer...

Wanton Acts of Teenagery


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Apr. 9th, 2009 01:33 am (UTC)
I was gonna comment and say something snarky about your being a very 'strange' person.
But then I remembered some of the stuff *we* laugh about.
So maybe you're not so strange after all. =o)

Apr. 9th, 2009 01:35 am (UTC)
Or maybe you are just as strange! In a room full of strange it cancels out into normal. Then when a "normal" person does enter the room, they become the strange one. I love that. I love watching normal people stand out at Dragoncon. :) :) :)
Apr. 9th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)
Hehehe. It is kinda easy to pick out the 'muggles' at D'con isn't it?
Apr. 9th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
That's one of my favorite things about Dcon. I'm not the weird one.

Oh, and I AM 16 still.
Apr. 9th, 2009 01:59 am (UTC)
I love that about Dragoncon!!! I feel so at home. Even when I'm standing in a room full of strangers I feel surrounded by friends. :)

I thought you'd like my poem! :)
I'm shocked I remembered it, but it has a very singsong rhythm the way I say it, making it stick in my memory.
Apr. 9th, 2009 11:57 pm (UTC)
I think there should be more cereal killer poems. :D
Apr. 9th, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
sigh! .. it's sad when my first dragoncon was a lot more memorable and fun than my first bday that i can remember .... my parents tried to make the best of it, but considering how lame my relatives are, it was one lame ass! ... so were all my bday's in canada but the last one cause my friends totally planned everything and we had it at james house - but yes, dcon is like finding YOUR place and where you belong ... or at least that's the case when you consider geekism your religion :D
Apr. 9th, 2009 11:24 am (UTC)
The serial killer story/poem is classic! I am so adding this as a memory. LOL!! FTW!
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