Fight

There was a story recently in the local daily snooze, about a fight down on the town dock.

The name of the aggressor was immediately familiar to me. He was a boy decades ago, though older than me, he got one of my schoolmates pregnant. They had a daughter if I recall correctly.

Her family I always thought of as well to do, because they had a modern house on the main road. Now of course I can look back and see that where I grew up was far finer, even though we didn’t have color TV, computers, or even a proper stereo system, or washer and dryer, or a microwave. LOL

We didn’t even have a full refrigerator. We had a small motel model that a friend of my mother’s gave her after ours broke and we had used coolers for a few weeks.

Even though we lived skint and shit poor, our house was in an amazing spot, like something out of a fairytale, though our lives weren’t very fairytale.

I guess truly no one’s life is fairytale, but somehow that eludes me in my past efforts and my current seeking.

But this man, then a boy, though almost a man, got a classmate of mine pregnant when we were only high school sophomores, it was the year I dropped out.

I remember thinking he was so handsome and dangerous and how lucky she was to have him want to have sex with her and get her pregnant and how cool it was that her parents allowed all of this.

And of course, now looking back I think, it probably wasn’t so great, though he was seemingly…