In high school, Casey always walked on the balls of his feet. He bounced as a means of locomotion. This bouncing was coupled with seemingly constant smiling. The combined effect was exactly what it sounds like.
In high school, my best friend was Casey's best friend. I was some complicated girl who showed up and disrupted their conversations about music during our high school lunch break. The combined effect was exactly what it sounds like.
It was kid shit, and you know what I mean.
We aren't kids anymore.
"What would you give for your kid fears?"
Fuck.
Casey has rectal cancer. He has mantle cell lymphoma. He has a second grader. He has a preschooler. He has a wife.
When you're a kid, you don't know any of this stuff. You don't know how things turn on a dime and how careful you have to be with people. You have no clue about the stakes or about how you will actually feel when someone who you used to have some petty, kid thing with ends up being sick in a really grown up way.
They're taking donations of items for a silent auction at Big Daddy's in Soulard on October 8. I don't have much more than a fiber optic Christmas tree, an awesome pair of leather pants, and some pretty cool Duran Duran 12" remixes. I do, however, have this forum. I have your attention. (Well, I had it until I said that...)
My friend, Casey, is really sick. He has two little kids.
My friend, Robin, said I'm a bulldog when I want something. I get all Irish on it. What I want right now is to do something to help Casey out.
Well, not just that.
What I want is to not have things like this happening to kids. In my mind, we're still kids. It was easy to get mad when Casey bounced out of the cafeteria to tell Ed something about a guitar when I was busy lounging around and being all fifteen and eyelinery. It was easy to be jealous of their friendship. It was dumb, and it was easy.
You have to enjoy being dumb and easy while you can. It doesn't last.
If you would like to make a donation to Casey or if you have something you could donate to the auction, please contact Ed at eorlet@sbcglobal.net
If you are afraid of Ed, you can email me at heller101@yahoo.com
Thanks.
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