About
this time I made another new friend who knew about cool stuff. He was
a kid from Payson who I knew of because his mom had died in a tragic
accident while she was pregnant. She was backing out of her driveway
when a sheriff who was coming down the highway hit and killed her. He
was in my English class where he and I sat by a girl I was madly in
love with. Whenever we were talking about cool stuff he seemed to
know all about it. Michael Jordan – he knew everything. Milli
Vanilli
– he knew all about them and had the tape. Claudia Shiffer –
please – he had her picture in his binder. There was literally no
defect in his pop culture knowledge and I admired that because I
didn't know about latch key kids with access to MTV. Back in those
days MTV had more then over dramatic Italians to look at they played
music and had game shows. He didn't live that far from school so one
day or another he invited me to come over and hang out. I did. I met
his older sister and his baby brother and his widowed father, who by
this twist of fate would become major elements in my families life.
We hung out and listened to some music watched some MTV and then went
over to his really cute neighbors house. It was possibly the perfect
day. We started hanging out more and stayed friends on into the
summer.
