The Science of Mary Janes

Perhaps it was a lack of mountains that contributed to the making of this molehill. And it had to do with boredom. I met him in a science class. He was from Italy. Adrian Brody could have played him in the movie. He was Straight Edge and I was wearing one of those little Donna Karan wool mini skirts with the matching knee socks and stacked heel Mary Janes. This was back when I drove that Jeep Wrangler and could go anywhere anytime no matter the weather. No matter.

And the weather was everywhere, wasn't it that year. He was Straight Edge and I was my own mountain. I don't think anyone could have played me in the movie. I don't think anyone could have played.

I met him in a science in a college in a class. And I gave him old blankets and forgave him when he asked. I admit that I never liked him. I admit I knew he was mean immediately. I admit that I drove a Jeep over everything. I admit my Mary Janes were sassy.

It was a time for stepping stones. A time to step and get stoned. Biblically and cardinally. I saw something stupid, I did something stupid. The moron in the science class. But he never knew and he left thinking he'd gotten over. Fool. The science teacher laughed about it at a concert with me years later over cocktails. I laughed back but felt bitten by the mole in the hill. It matters not in weather like this. After all, I was the shark. But no one knew. I never told.

I was the one driving the positraction jeep in knee socks and Mary Janes. I was wearing that little DKNY wool mini skirt.

He was Straight Edge. And I was a movie.



"I became a fabulous opera. I saw that everyone in the world was doomed to happiness. Action isn't life; it's merely a way of ruining a kind of strength, a means of destroying nerves. Morality is water on the brain." - Arthur Rimbaud
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