Oh, what an anniversary. And how I dreamt of it...Today marks the 20th anniversary of my poisonous cheater all the way from Sheepshead Bay. I say "poison" because he was a descendant of the Medici's and our fabulous Lucretia, who poisoned her enemies from the royal court. OH, to remember such things! First time in my life I ever dealth with a cheater and a liar that close in a relationship. He told me he left his girlfriend months prior. Nope, he lied. Hilarity ensued.
This time of September is always a bit "off", coupled with today's super blood moon (look up the Shemitah, very interesting), and my memories of three assholes from Staten Island that I cannot stand. Only my best friend's sister and one friend from college are the folks I have good memories of, at this point. Just sad. September (and Staten Island, it seems) have turned into a dumping ground for memories and experiences I cannot seem to file away in my mental rolodex. Meh.
I'm also thinking of two teachers I really enjoyed: Cipullo, my history teacher; and Pfiff, the Spanish teacher. Pfiff dressed up as a bunch of grapes in Halloween 1986, while teaching her class the finer points of sangria. Such a riot, she was! Lung cancer got her in 2003. Cipullo was just old age, from what I understand. "Like, man, ya know, YES!" --her favorite phrase, mocking the teenage slang of the day. So funny.
And that's what has me in its crosshairs today. Merc Rx sends you back, and these long-forgotten memories pop up. Funny what you remember.
I'm still wondering which of my Staten Island assholes is out there, hiding and watching. Bill, Dylan and Wendy? I love ya. I hope we can see "Krampus" when it comes out.
