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Randy Stephens
Classmates.
For me it's write or cry like a baby. Sense I'm a man and not suppose to cry I had better write. This will not be anything more than babbling but maybe babbling is a good thing some times and maybe you shouldn't read any more of this. For those of you continue you do so at your own risk.
I'm sorry but I'm angry and hurt. I get reconnected with my classmates after 40 years and they start dropping like flies. That's just not right. Yea I know that my fault for being so busy with my own life which didn't deserve that much time, energy or focus. I mean hell, look where it got me. Not very far. Just a lot older and more broken down. OK! That's enough of that shit.
You ask why I cuss so much. Well, I come by it honestly. You should have heard my Grandpa Stephens. WOW! So it's in the genes. But they say it expressive. A release of emotional energy. Sense I need a release right now, here it comes, #!?":><,./)(*&^%. That fells better.
I'm thinking of Larry right now and Kenny C. is on the radio singing about the boys of Fall. For those of you who don't know that Football talk. Larry was a hell of a Football player. He played even though he sometimes passed out from that sugar shit. He played even though Rulie kicked him in the cods at practice. Me, I would have taken the rest of the day off. But not Larry. We played in the back yard till he would pass out scaring us all to death falling out from his sugar which none of us had seen before. Larry road his motorcycle, laughed, worked, loved, failed, won, struggled like all of us. Sometimes life is kind and sometimes it's shit. We swim on the good days and slap the waters struggling for breath on other days. I'm glad Larry had a good friend in Pope and Hall. We all need friends, good friends and those only come from our passed. Passed school experiences, passed working experiences, passed life experiences, passed experiences like the chicken in the bank thing.
I'm thankful that I remember Larry smiling and laughing at the reunion. The old fart was having fun and that's the way I choose to remember him. And tonight I'll drink several hundred, not really hell I have to work tomorrow, to his memory. I would freely give my own life for Larry, Van, Melanie and all the others so they could continue to live and laugh. I miss um all.
Melanie. How sad girl. I remember you as a happy go lucky beautiful girl with lot's of friends in THS. Then 22 years of moulding young minds in school. I never thought that you would be an English teacher. "You grew up good, steady as a preacher, free as a weed.... an American honey." That's the song playing now on my radio. I miss you both. I miss your memories, your presence, your essence. This world is less of a place without ya'll. I'm sad, so sorry and so helpless. I know all the stuff that people say about afterlife ect. But what I feel now is life hurt, robed of your essence, presence ect.
"If I Knew What I Was Doing I'd Be Doing It Right Now." But I don't. I'm just rambling so I won't kick the window out of my Best Western motel room.
Randall
PS
I called my super and told her that I was taking tomorrow off and getting drunk tonight.
So here's to Larry and Melanie. MY FRIENDS! Give em hell on the other side.
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