Re: Tell us about yourself.
Volume One:<br /><br />I heard foot steps. A muffeled echo, not leather soles on hard-wood floors, but the dim sound of tennis shoes on commercial tiles. I heard the sound above the din of high school pre-class chatter and wondered who was late. The steps were light, and shortly spaced. It was a short, small guy like me or a girl. Then the door cracked open. I coldn't see a face, just the small frame of a freshman with long straight hair looking at her schedule, then rechecking the room number. Silently she confirmed that this was her room and looked for an empty seat. I still couldn't see her face because her sparkling green eyes peered out from beneath her long bangs, and she was continually looking down. The only available seat was in the front row, which I could see she dreaded as she took her place there. <br /><br />When she was seated she dropped her books on the desk and swept her hair from her face in a carefree yet embarrassed way. The face I saw was one of innocence. I studied it as I would text for an upcoming test that I desperatly needed to pass. I was taken. I saw age belieing her years upon her brow. I saw raw joy brideled, awaiting release. I saw happiness seeking opportunity to be expressed. I saw sadness of such magnitude I could not comprehend. All wrapped up in the most delicate and beautifull package I had ever seen.<br /><br /> I thirsted to know her name. I had to know her thoughts, her desires. I had to fathom her sadness, and quench it with love. I wanted to kiss her. On the lips. Slow and passionate, soft yet forceful. I wanted everything that she was, to help this wounded bird to become everything that she was capable of. I loved her at first glance, I had to see her soar.<br /><br />She sat. Alone. No one spoke to her, she tried to hide. My heart broke for her. She was long abandonned by all that gave reason for her to carry on, yet on she soldiered. In her I saw myself. A chislled determination, a continuance without reason, a stagnant pool the refused to dry up and die. I had found a mine from which I could exstract my own life while giving her a life of her own. I had found a weakness in myself that no staight razor or sucker punch could prepare me for. But that is a story for some other time. <br /><br />Eventually I got the nerve to speak to her, after I got used to her schedule of always showing up late to class. I didn't know at the time that I already knew her older brother. He was in auto mech class with me and knew me as the dope head with nothing to live for and no ambition. But now I had something. A gole, a Carpenters song that waited for me to set it to music.<br /><br />That I did. I courted her. I showered her with my bleak affection, I wrote her poems and for once in her depressing life someone payed real attention to her. I learned her name. It is Dee. I learned that she liked AC/DC. I learned that she hated all my favorite bands, DEVO, Modern English Etc. I didn't care. I learned to play all of AC/DC's songs on my bass guitar. <br /><br />But I had a class with her older brother. He knew what I was, a dope head, a drinker, a wild and half crazed dumbazz. He would not have me and Dee together in any capacity. He told her mother what I was like, and that really put the breakes on. But fortunatly time was on my side. I was too stoned to be in a big hurry. When I was homeless I still had access to free drink and drugs. That helped ease the pain of the abiss between me and my hearts desire, I waited. I got waisted and stayed that way. <br /><br />Then I saw her again. In the most unlikley of places, under the most unlikley of circumstances, I saw her. My heart jumped. My brain screamed "act now man!!!" and through my haze I acted. I approached her and asked if she remembered me. She did. I was ecstatic! She remembered me in a good way. I was given a second chance, and I wasn't going to screw it up.<br /><br />I gave her my phone number and hoped that I, of all people, had a chance. After two or three days my mom called out ( I was back home with my folks now and off the streets), saying I had a call. I took the phone from her and said "hello?" Dee's voice was on the other end. My life began. That was 16 years ago........
