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This Is The Springtime of My Loving...
out of the blue, again, Timmy calls me. delighted is not the word. "how come you don't call me?" he demands. and, i do not have an answer, other than that i hardly ever call anyone. i used to hate the phone, but i don't anymore. it is a bad habit i have, not calling. it makes people think that i don't care, or that i'm not interested, when that is most certainly not the case. Timmy is out here alone, his first time so far away from home, and Gary, compared to LACA may as well be a one horse town. everything would be different for him, the people, the way of life. so. i will make the effort to be nicer to him. sha right. easier said than done.
so right, he calls, and then i begged him for gossip/news on people from our class. so he gives me a choice between Kim Walls, Tracee Raggs and Kasha Jones. Kim Walls i think i had a fight with, or several, not too sure, but i don't remember liking her, Tracee and i never really knew each other, Kasha was... i know that Mom hated her guts. there was a school trip to Great America that Mom helped chaperone, and Kasha and her crew-- Monica Caldwell, maybe? some others i can't remember-- were rowdy, loud, ignorant, mean. oh man, were they mean. that was like, 8th grade i think. Kasha mellowed as we got older. they all did. but B never forgets. me? i do my best to forget everything that hurts. right, so we called Kasha, and she's fine and so is everyone else, although she never gave me details or anything. it was mostly just her and Timmy jibing each other and catching up. she was at Pizza Hut with her nephew or niece or someting. we exchanged phone numbers. said the usual that people say about hooking up sometime in the nebulous future. why do people do that? why never say the truth? "it was good talking to you, so happy you're doing well, have a nice life, perhaps we'll talk again in another 10 years." honesty. a foreign concept, i tell you.
It Is the Summer of My Smiles
after Kasha, Timmy called Tracee, but she wasn't there. i asked about Felecia Lestrapes, but she wasn't home, either. and then he says "'Member Lucious Rowser?" and oh goodness, of course i remember his cute little chocolate self, so he called and we did the whole jibing/catching up thing all over again. Lucious is a minister. wow. i don't know why this surprises me, but it does. what did any of us really know about one another in school? we spent 7 years together, sure, but i cannot say that i ever knew anything about anyone. so. Lucious is a minister now, and he also sings and has been working to get an album recorded for years. Lucious, a singer? he was an art major! a great one, too. like, really really good. i never heard him sing a day in my life. all the musicals, all the plays, all the vocal productions, never was Lucious ever to be found. but it's cool to find out new stuff about old people. so, yay. Lucious and Timmy both were shocked to know that i was drinking in the middle of the day. since Tim is a PK, just like Lucious, (their term, "PK", not mine) they both decided to pray for me in the name of Jesus, amen. sure, thanks, i can use the prayers. i started to be offended, but i was too amused to take offense. amazing how much that i have mellowed, too. they still use their kid expressions like "hecky naw". i nearly died when i heard that. Lucious and i did not exchange phone numbers. oh, i asked about Danny Chandler, and Danny is in South Bend. yay. um, lessee. nobody is in prison. no one! only Leander & Elijah have died, and neither of those were violent deaths. how sad to be concerned about these things, but i always was. people have children. Lucious has 3! Felecia has 1. so odd. we're 30 now. i keep saying it, but it doesn't take. 30, 30, 30.
These Are the Seasons of Emotions
so Felecia called Tim back while we were with Lucious, and Tim re-dials Felecia's number.
"hello?"
"hey."
"who's this?"
"your future baby daddy."
"..."
"Felecia?"
"yes. who is this?"
"i just said, your future baby daddy."
"...i don't have one of those."
classic. Timmy has this thing that he does. "you'll never guess who i have on the line. dawg/girl, i'm serious, you won't believe that i have Maulana Polk on the phone with me. yes! right now!" and then i say "hi" and then there's the whole "nooooooooooo! get out of here! what the hell?!" response. it's great fun. and pleasantly surprising too, since i doubted if anyone would remember me. Felecia remembered, and she said some of the nicest things to me... it was so cool. we talked for like, 2 hours. Felecia and i will definitely be keeping in touch. and now i just want to go home so badly, it's not even funny. nostalgia. a trip.
and Tim, of course, is hot as hell. good grief, i say. i do not think i've ever heard "Maulana" spoken quite the way that he speaks it. and he said it over and over again. like a statement. "Maulana." mercy. he's supposed to be on Soul Train next week. i can't believe that show even still comes on. Timmy. a dancer . on Soul Train. jesus, that'll be one for the books. i'm supposed to be taking Karina out for dinner on next Friday, so maybe we'll do a group thing or something again and i'll get Tim to come out. i kind of feel bad, i don't know a lot of people at all, so trying to get him in touch with the right crowd is damned near impossible. but there's still Marq's Tonya, so through Karina, Tonya and maybe Roderick, hopefully some kind of networking circles will open up for him. yay for networking.
out of the blue, again, Timmy calls me. delighted is not the word. "how come you don't call me?" he demands. and, i do not have an answer, other than that i hardly ever call anyone. i used to hate the phone, but i don't anymore. it is a bad habit i have, not calling. it makes people think that i don't care, or that i'm not interested, when that is most certainly not the case. Timmy is out here alone, his first time so far away from home, and Gary, compared to LACA may as well be a one horse town. everything would be different for him, the people, the way of life. so. i will make the effort to be nicer to him. sha right. easier said than done.
so right, he calls, and then i begged him for gossip/news on people from our class. so he gives me a choice between Kim Walls, Tracee Raggs and Kasha Jones. Kim Walls i think i had a fight with, or several, not too sure, but i don't remember liking her, Tracee and i never really knew each other, Kasha was... i know that Mom hated her guts. there was a school trip to Great America that Mom helped chaperone, and Kasha and her crew-- Monica Caldwell, maybe? some others i can't remember-- were rowdy, loud, ignorant, mean. oh man, were they mean. that was like, 8th grade i think. Kasha mellowed as we got older. they all did. but B never forgets. me? i do my best to forget everything that hurts. right, so we called Kasha, and she's fine and so is everyone else, although she never gave me details or anything. it was mostly just her and Timmy jibing each other and catching up. she was at Pizza Hut with her nephew or niece or someting. we exchanged phone numbers. said the usual that people say about hooking up sometime in the nebulous future. why do people do that? why never say the truth? "it was good talking to you, so happy you're doing well, have a nice life, perhaps we'll talk again in another 10 years." honesty. a foreign concept, i tell you.
It Is the Summer of My Smiles
after Kasha, Timmy called Tracee, but she wasn't there. i asked about Felecia Lestrapes, but she wasn't home, either. and then he says "'Member Lucious Rowser?" and oh goodness, of course i remember his cute little chocolate self, so he called and we did the whole jibing/catching up thing all over again. Lucious is a minister. wow. i don't know why this surprises me, but it does. what did any of us really know about one another in school? we spent 7 years together, sure, but i cannot say that i ever knew anything about anyone. so. Lucious is a minister now, and he also sings and has been working to get an album recorded for years. Lucious, a singer? he was an art major! a great one, too. like, really really good. i never heard him sing a day in my life. all the musicals, all the plays, all the vocal productions, never was Lucious ever to be found. but it's cool to find out new stuff about old people. so, yay. Lucious and Timmy both were shocked to know that i was drinking in the middle of the day. since Tim is a PK, just like Lucious, (their term, "PK", not mine) they both decided to pray for me in the name of Jesus, amen. sure, thanks, i can use the prayers. i started to be offended, but i was too amused to take offense. amazing how much that i have mellowed, too. they still use their kid expressions like "hecky naw". i nearly died when i heard that. Lucious and i did not exchange phone numbers. oh, i asked about Danny Chandler, and Danny is in South Bend. yay. um, lessee. nobody is in prison. no one! only Leander & Elijah have died, and neither of those were violent deaths. how sad to be concerned about these things, but i always was. people have children. Lucious has 3! Felecia has 1. so odd. we're 30 now. i keep saying it, but it doesn't take. 30, 30, 30.
These Are the Seasons of Emotions
so Felecia called Tim back while we were with Lucious, and Tim re-dials Felecia's number.
"hello?"
"hey."
"who's this?"
"your future baby daddy."
"..."
"Felecia?"
"yes. who is this?"
"i just said, your future baby daddy."
"...i don't have one of those."
classic. Timmy has this thing that he does. "you'll never guess who i have on the line. dawg/girl, i'm serious, you won't believe that i have Maulana Polk on the phone with me. yes! right now!" and then i say "hi" and then there's the whole "nooooooooooo! get out of here! what the hell?!" response. it's great fun. and pleasantly surprising too, since i doubted if anyone would remember me. Felecia remembered, and she said some of the nicest things to me... it was so cool. we talked for like, 2 hours. Felecia and i will definitely be keeping in touch. and now i just want to go home so badly, it's not even funny. nostalgia. a trip.
and Tim, of course, is hot as hell. good grief, i say. i do not think i've ever heard "Maulana" spoken quite the way that he speaks it. and he said it over and over again. like a statement. "Maulana." mercy. he's supposed to be on Soul Train next week. i can't believe that show even still comes on. Timmy. a dancer . on Soul Train. jesus, that'll be one for the books. i'm supposed to be taking Karina out for dinner on next Friday, so maybe we'll do a group thing or something again and i'll get Tim to come out. i kind of feel bad, i don't know a lot of people at all, so trying to get him in touch with the right crowd is damned near impossible. but there's still Marq's Tonya, so through Karina, Tonya and maybe Roderick, hopefully some kind of networking circles will open up for him. yay for networking.