I spent most of yesterday looking at old copies of the Caper’s Babe Bugle. Back from the early 1990s. As you know, I occassionally obsess about my younger days of unpopularity. I looked up Mara Stallab and saw her wedding photo. Hideous wedding headdress and hair. But typical for that time. But here’s the thing. She died just three years after her wedding. She had cancer while she was pregnant with twins and they had to deliver them early and she only knew them for less than a month and not really because she was unconcious most of that time. But all I can remember about her is when she whispered to her friend about my acne.  Later, in college, she saw me and  crossed the street to avoid me. In fact one time she said “You’re ugly.”

She was a girl I knew since kindergarten.

She died 20 years ago. I still kinda hate her. I can only tell you this. Not that you would understand. In fact you are so disgusted you’re probably going to call me, as soon as you read this, and chew me out. But that’s what best friends are for, I guess.