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煙々羅 Part 2
Aug. 6th, 2014 12:22 am[Continued from here]
I know what you’re thinking. This is an old cliché story, the tried and true tale about how two kids from different worlds end up becoming best friends. Saint would be the innocent Christian choir boy raised by perfect loving parents who just needed someone a little more worldly-wise to be his friend and defender. Me, I’d get C grades and ditch school and start drinking when I was 16, and people would call me… I dunno, Scamp. Something lame. We’d be Saint and Scamp and we’d have this whole alliteration thing going on, and I’d be headed down the wrong path until his tragic untimely death inspired me to go to college to study theology or something else I hated.
The problem is that there are too many tragic untimely deaths in this story.
Saint’s mom died from smoke inhalation that night in the hospital. I didn’t see him again for a year.
( I heard later... )
I know what you’re thinking. This is an old cliché story, the tried and true tale about how two kids from different worlds end up becoming best friends. Saint would be the innocent Christian choir boy raised by perfect loving parents who just needed someone a little more worldly-wise to be his friend and defender. Me, I’d get C grades and ditch school and start drinking when I was 16, and people would call me… I dunno, Scamp. Something lame. We’d be Saint and Scamp and we’d have this whole alliteration thing going on, and I’d be headed down the wrong path until his tragic untimely death inspired me to go to college to study theology or something else I hated.
The problem is that there are too many tragic untimely deaths in this story.
Saint’s mom died from smoke inhalation that night in the hospital. I didn’t see him again for a year.
( I heard later... )
