a face not easily forgotten

One eye walled, and sightless. Jet black hair gelled to scrapy wires on his scalp. The first day of the worse years of my life, I saw that devilish glare from my slightly opened window in the midst of the new school year. "Clifford and Howard!" - paired by fate, I guess you could call it. Maybe karma for the stolen Snickers from the snack shack at lunch. We ended up spending the next couple of weeks pinned together for a procrastinated project due the next day for that dreaded english teacher, that must of hated me for putting me with him. With a glass full of melting ice and warm Mountain Dew. Glue dried to my fingers, broken roller skates and sharpies were forgotten by Cliffs obsession with pixel motorcycles and fake road rash. "Cliff, get back to work!" I must off shouted a hundred times. "IN a second, after this race, I promise". Leaves of the coming autumn fell, along with the hours of sweat of construction. "alright, lets get down to business" at 2 in the a.m. First period of the day, english came a rolling out of the day like a Mustang going from 0 - 60. Gut check time. I sat, in one of those public school desks, that I nurvously drew all over, awaiting for my hard work to hopefully pay off in grade form. 2 minutes, which seemed to last when watching that mass produed red hand on the clock tick its way around. "Well Clifford, very nicely done project" the teacher praised, without knowing of the night before of video game blood across race tracks.




He then ripped his trunks so that his shame would be exposed to the world..



Yes! It was the very day, the imigration jokes began. Well, Clifford, hope you had fun in New Zealand without us.. vacation time is ova! We await your arrival.