me in such cruel fashion,
but it seemed my teachers
never saw the instigation,
only my sometimes
over-
the-top reaction. How
many recesses I stayed
inside, while the bullies
went out to play!
I don’t
remember exactly when
it stopped. Middle school,
I guess. Maybe eighth
grade. Doesn’t matter. All I
know
is that eventually some
of my mom’s fame
rubbed off on me.
MOM’S FAME
May not have been the most
valid way to gain friends
and win dates. But hey, whatever
works, right? I’ll never
forget this one girl. Tori. God,
she was a rabid Marie
Haskins fan. Stalker material.
When she found out
who I was, she threw herself
at my feet. Actually,
a more literal way to put that