Bob returned to the patio again today looking rested and well, no doubt on the early part of the cycle. As he was leaving I encountered him out front. "Hello!" he said, "I don't think we've ever been introduced. I'm Robert." I introduced myself in return and shook hands. He seemed to recognize my name. "Say, I'd almost think I went to elementary school with you." "What school?" I asked. "Woodland."
I asked him his last name. "L_____", he said. "Yeah, I remember you! You were the speed reader in sixth grade!"
Holy fucking shit. The stocky schizophrenic in the religious t-shirt in front of me was Bobby L_____. The kid who was a scary fast sprinter, prankster, a bit aggressive and mean sometimes but mostly okay, just another normal kid. He and I and James and Jamie played tag a lot in fifth grade, and hung out eating Chef Boyardee ravioli and explaining sex to each other in sixth grade. I hadn't seen him since. Until, of course, I spent the last 7 years seeing him on and off and having no idea it was the same guy.
What the HELL happened to Bobby? WHAT THE HELL?