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obituary: The Freshman

9-9-'xx: 6:19pm

so i forgot about almost the most important thing that happened since school started.

so me and jacque come back to school expecting to be able to close The Perfect Joke. because it's been bothring us that there's still a reasonable doubt as to who committed to the crimes of sending the balloon and crush cans to The Freshman. and of course, i'm looking forward to another year of laughing and inside jokes and stalking him. understandable considering i'm nuts.

well....days go by. we don't see him. we see The Little Friend, but no him. so we came to the conclusion: The Freshman is dead.

actually, he probably transferred to southridge. but that's NOT the point. sam, he's probably still alive. but The Freshman is dead. so we had a memorial service where we said a few words, and then later had a funeral. i drew a cross on a piece of cardboard and wrote "in memory of The Freshman" and we went up to the gym and stuck it in the second bench up.

and that was that. there was no closure to The Perfect Joke. it's like playing all of a scale except for the last note and then leaving. or ending a song on a IV/7 chord. but it's not over. we WILL resolve this.

oh, and also. this guy rode by on his bike with his pants down at marhcing band rehersal the other night and yelled something like "the band's fucking queer!" i was like...ha! i love it, because the guy probably thought he was the goddamned smartest person alive right about then...it cracked me up, really.

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