1995 — THIRTY FOUR
Eve,
Whatup Not much hear baby doll. So you want to dump me right. Anyway I’m in study hall thinking of you. Well I couldn’t go to the bonfire yesterday because my mom wanted to get something to eat so we went to that resturaunt the motzerellas or something well anyway it took 45 minutes for the food to cum and another 45 minutes to eat it. Then my mom wanted to go finish shopping so I go mom can we go + she said no let me finish shopping, so I bitched and complained so then we ended up stayin there until 9:30. Well I gota go I love you.
I LOVE YOU LOTS!
PS. Don’t Dump Me Please
Jim
He had pretty strict (and ultra religious) parents. He was the youngest of four, with three fuck-up older siblings. I don’t know if his mom or dad had any hope for him, but if they did, it would have been squashed fairly soon after he met me (spoiler alert). Even though his father lived *in town* (his parents were divorced and each re-married), he was never able to hang out there with all of us after school. Our school bused kids in from several other surrounding towns, and he lived with his mom and step-dad in one that was much farther away. I wasn’t in walking distance of town myself, but I still managed to find myself there as much as I could - as well as Cadence & Cailean, who also lived farther away but could always finagle transportation (keep in mind, we are all still 14 years old at this point). Jackie and Valerie lived in town, Valerie right behind the Rite Aid parking lot that was our main stomping ground. We loved to hang out in parking lots and other places where you could get arrested for loitering but never did (okay once - eleven of us all in one sweep but that happens in tenth grade so keep reading). Valerie also lived next door to the Perezutti brothers house, which was debauch central for us. Other than that, we would hang out @ the Getty gas station and one of the two pizzerias, which were across the street from each other. This was a one stoplight kind of town. Literally. One stoplight in the entire town.
Some nights, there were school related events like bonfires, or football games. So my friends and I would tell our parents that we were going to “the game” or whatever, to coordinate a parent-approved ride there and back. Then we would walk from school into town, and get in to absolutely no fucking good whatsoever. It was a pretty big deal. And that is probably why I wanted to dump Jim for missing out on all the fun that would have been had at the bonfire that night. But I didn’t. I think I liked the new importance of having a boyfriend too much.
