Didn’t Joss Whedon have a quote somewhere about surviving adolescence being an act of heroism? I couldn’t find it.
Pearl was this nice girl I went to high school with. Every Wednesday night I drove her to Red Bank High School where my gaming buddy, Jason, attended their drama program. On Wednesday nights they had this improv group and we’d get together and do improv exercises. I loved it.
Riding with Pearl was cool. We’d laugh and talk shit but I can’t remember what we talked about. I couldn’t tell you anything about her other than that she was gay and had a nice laugh. That’s fucking awful.
Whereas I was too much of a geek to make any kind of a real move on any of the women there, word around the camp-fire was Pearl hit on all of ‘em. The girls didn’t know how to cope or maybe it was that her passes were ham-handed and lame. The girls started keeping their distance from her.
I never got too involved in any of it.
While I was at Drexel for my freshman year, Pearl died. She got hit by a train, I believe. Someone said something about acid being involved.
I didn’t take the train ride home to attend the funeral. All of those girls who kept their distance would’ve been there; that would’ve driven me nuts, I think. Or was I just plain ole wimping out, not wanting to face death?
I’m not sure what brought this on. Was it browsing the music videos over at ifilm.com and coming across this one by My Chemical Romance? Its not only funereal but harkens back to the ole music videos back when MTV played music videos and they had a plot. Was it finishing up the third season of Buffy last week with Janaki?
I dunno but its raining out and I’m feeling grim.
