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Entry tags:
The Apology
Pointless Stories
And now for something a bit more cheerful than the last entry. I can do cheerful.
One day during my high school years I was waiting at the light to turn off of Parker’s main street onto state Highway 83 a.k.a. Parker Road. I happened to glance into my rear view mirror and saw a goth about my age also waiting to turn. He looked very familiar and after a minute I though, "That might be Andy Wood". Back when I was in grade school Andy lived in the same very spread out subdivision that I did. Being social sorts my mom and his mom conspired to get us together to play and for birthdays and so on. I always liked Andy, but felt a bit of an outsider at his house because he had many more friends than I did and I was a much quieter child. I really felt out of place at his birthday parties at Skate City, where I almost always kept to myself while a large circle of friends surrounded Andy. You may have guessed already, I was the good influence kid that parents forced their sons to invite to things.
I had not seen him since he moved to Parker with his dad after his parents divorced. So when the light changed I drove slowly and let this guy pass me. I didn’t know how long I would want to follow him, but he quickly arrived at his destination, a small park on Cherry Creek. He was there with a girl apparently to take some pictures of him in full goth get up. I rather embarrassedly approached him and asked if he was Andy Wood because I knew someone by that name years ago and he looked rather like him. I was just about to apologize and turn tail when he said, "Matt Mishalak? I remember you! <short pause> Oh man we treated you like shit when we were kids." I mostly had good memories associated with him despite some of the petty torments he and his friends would inflict. So this apology was totally unlooked for. It was very cool. I sometimes wonder where he is now in his life, he certainly had changed a lot since we were both seven.
This is also one of the earliest examples of my luck that I can think of.
And now for something a bit more cheerful than the last entry. I can do cheerful.
One day during my high school years I was waiting at the light to turn off of Parker’s main street onto state Highway 83 a.k.a. Parker Road. I happened to glance into my rear view mirror and saw a goth about my age also waiting to turn. He looked very familiar and after a minute I though, "That might be Andy Wood". Back when I was in grade school Andy lived in the same very spread out subdivision that I did. Being social sorts my mom and his mom conspired to get us together to play and for birthdays and so on. I always liked Andy, but felt a bit of an outsider at his house because he had many more friends than I did and I was a much quieter child. I really felt out of place at his birthday parties at Skate City, where I almost always kept to myself while a large circle of friends surrounded Andy. You may have guessed already, I was the good influence kid that parents forced their sons to invite to things.
I had not seen him since he moved to Parker with his dad after his parents divorced. So when the light changed I drove slowly and let this guy pass me. I didn’t know how long I would want to follow him, but he quickly arrived at his destination, a small park on Cherry Creek. He was there with a girl apparently to take some pictures of him in full goth get up. I rather embarrassedly approached him and asked if he was Andy Wood because I knew someone by that name years ago and he looked rather like him. I was just about to apologize and turn tail when he said, "Matt Mishalak? I remember you! <short pause> Oh man we treated you like shit when we were kids." I mostly had good memories associated with him despite some of the petty torments he and his friends would inflict. So this apology was totally unlooked for. It was very cool. I sometimes wonder where he is now in his life, he certainly had changed a lot since we were both seven.
This is also one of the earliest examples of my luck that I can think of.