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Moon Over Me II
Mental Mastrubation and Other Musings |
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The day Moon Lauroitz kicked the Triad’s asses became legend because of how it changed the mindset of Woodside elementary student body. Everyone was shocked how the new girl on her first day eliminated the school’s scariest bullies without much effort. Her act made it open season on bullies in each grade. Lunch money extortions ceased, along with locker room wedgies and bathroom shakedowns. Woodside became a bully free environment and all because that freckled face, big-toothed girl name Moon showed us all that bullies are more afraid of us then us of them. She seemed unfazed by her amazing feat but I soon learned doing the impossible was her norm. For fifteen years she was the alpha female I became the “beta” sidekick. If you know the role of the sidekick than you understand standing in the shadow of that larger than life person can get very cold. Moon could charm the horns off the devil while making God laugh out loud. She could also suck the energy out of the room with her cheerleading mentality. I admired her gutsy approach dealing with life while quietly resenting her for the same traits. By the time we parted ways in college I missed her but was relieved as I found my on strengths. We maintained our relationship emails, occasional visits,and quirky greeting cards. While I missed her I didn’t miss being overshadowed. We kept in touch two years after graduation weekly phone conversations and settled into a comfortable routine until that fateful day . . . she called and said she was moving to Washington.
Moon got her dream job as Executive Director of The Association of American Future Leaders. She asked if she could stay with me until she found an apartment. I swallowed hard trying to dissuade her but she pulled out those famous manipulative powers and my weak ass caved in like the Triad. “C’mon it will be like old times,” she said in her syrupy voice. “Most definitely,” I answered with plastic enthusiasm. We discussed some preliminary needs for her move and we hung up telling each other how great things would be. After that conversation I ran to the fringe grabbed my pint of Chunky Monkey and a Molson, made a float in a tumbler sat in my messy living room and cried. (To be continued . . .)