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Laura Podolnick. fi candid.
GUS: my best friend 1.0. the person u»ho know s me better than anyone else euer has before, what can i say to you that you don’t know already?
this is for Luhen you are ninety tuio years old and you need som ething to rem em ber me by as old age sloiuly eats aw ay our high school selues and
we are reduced to babbling idiots In rocking chairs discussing daytime tu...not that we don’t do this already, anyw ay, so haue som e memories. 9th
grade: we w ere so extreme, dorky pictures. Clyde! hugo boss models, fight on the class trip, as well as specific types of show ers in the pool, lisa
calling you. keychains from mizner. harley and garth, beads, nail polish on pants, braids in hair, w alking each other to classes, strangely folded
notes, dancing pink ran ge rs? springfest pillow fights, screen name discoueries. BlondsRcul, Cybll3, Ufhsthatgus... etc. RpathyBBI. uirtual flow ers?
10th grade: bionic people, eluis days, the steps and liuing there, buffy fighting/playing with meryl. cibo matto. my sw eet 16. the little underwear,
the little underw ear card you gaue me. fiona apple, hoouerphonlc? the m usical you got in and i didn’t, as well as the audition song, m aking
enterances at homecoming, dancing In the curtains at jaso n ’s. candlelight lunches, online chatroom irwading. nepaulion. math, and well, hauing it.
d aw so n's creek, and liuing it. IT f> the person, romy and mlchelle. the floop. rascacielos. sm elling like glue, coffee and teacher breath, locker girl,
“mi desuan.” all the Spanish uulgarities you taught me. burnout, the first time we stopped, the summer, phone conuersations until 2 am. the beach,
sneaking into r rated monies, the weird sm elly mouie theater, "ra zo r." tying of cauities. 11 th grade: all the sam e classes, our parking spaces, our
cars, web pages, my birthday and you being the only rememberer, the kid we don’t like, being congested and talking like a certain person, suggie,
suggelicious, suggitude, suggo, sug, gusling, and all the other abom inations of your name, i’m not your harem, you’re mine. hee. "OH!” studying for
psych together on the phone for seuen hours at a time, eating lunch alone together, staring, you being a m asseuse, people m arrying us and
unibeinging us. "M V !" britney spears, take the time, shine, m unw and i!?. "th e " book and going back to read it 3.456 e 23 times, type-oning with
me. “i’ll tell you in 25 years." I /21 /99 and the insanity that ensued, w interfest. <moment of silence>. your poem, my 193728749247 poems. “GOO!”
psych babies.the big end of the friendship. <large m oment of silence.> “gus, your hair looks REHLLV GOOD!” broken prom prom ises, auoiding. slinking
I back together, im ing from boredom, sleepouer(s). w alking around your neighborhood, deep conuos. me being a hypocrite, baja and show ing off.
talking until 6 am this time, being ok again. 12th grade: eyes like marbles, sitting in your closet, nam ing your boxing man. being math equals, art.
gee whillakers. horses, a billion inappropriate-for-yearbook things, thank you for being you. thank you for euerything. know ing you has taught me
m ultitudes about the m eaning of friendship and about life in general, you know this, i'll neuer forget you. i loue you always. FHRIE: my first friend
at pine crest, my best friend uersion 1.1; sam e sex uariety. w e’ue been insane together since 8th grade, i glue you: memories. 8th grade: typing
class, leprechauns, “it’s a ll___ 's fault!" ziggurats and mixing colors, world ciu w ater and rhym es that ensued, ballet, pointe. jo ’s shoes in trees.
sw inging, my kam ali tamali and notes i w rote in Spanish, a lo dicho hecho. las bodas de platas. i told you when you make a song about them you
can neuer forget! cinnamon toast crunch, the talent show <cringe>. m angoes, among other ingredients, gus, not the person, the ballet bag. the
w heelbarrow incident. 9th grade: the ballet, the prince! my hair, and its death. 7th period lunch, beef jerky at circle k--the beginning, carpooling
to ballet on Saturdays, halloween (we w ere good and euil, guess who w as who), my big butt, teehee. elmo the new ballet bag. dented lockers.
10th grade: “Do you haue an e ra se r?” art together, being paint buddies, the introduction of my drw er’s license and murray. buying the answ ering
machine together, boberg. history, being 20 mm late euery day, and you being a barrier between jo and i when we fought, “hold the flashlight!!!”
red rat. our art awards, m ouing the uan when your mom w as doing errands, looose jeans hanging looosely and not binding my button, taking my
bus home, "put a sock in it!” 11th grade: Oakland Park Bouleuard. itchy books, ers of bone, uisibility challenged green pants and bright red, orange,
and yellow shirts, driuing to school and being so cool like that, the no garbage sign, unng-hhuuhh men. scream ing synchronized obscenities out the
windows, stop and look eueryone, som eone is getting a ticket, commercial is a... not china, the birth of rico suaue. trucks with luminous...grr i think
we meant uoluminous. taking pictures of the twins...and no, i am not talking about your brother and sister, heh. unattended uehicles. lesbians: the
jam aican guy at sears, the spanishy guy at circle k (while buying beef jerky), and eueryone else thinks that we are... heh. what a wonderful tactic
to get rid of the undesirables...except som etim es they like that sort of thing, liuin’ la uida loca and the ricky dance, euery song that we (i) got
obsessed with and had to listen to all morning on the w ay to school... queena, Cleopatra, and britney spears of course, putting feeling into songs,
butt pants, driuing to som eone’s house late at night after prom dress shopping., “around the world, around the world.” the boston trip and looks
we got...getting lost on the w ay back to the hotel, the ouerweight rooster, combouer. the fraud, the tucker, the peeper, prom, m ighty healthy
soup, frocks, reggae clubbing, fauorite colors.12th grade: teen court, “she w as all up in mah face.” lawyering, stupid people, boys that fall in loue
too easily, butthead and minibutthead. “the" incident."you cursed out his whole fam ily!!” teehee. friud spasm s, all the rest, yo u ’ue been an
am azing friend to me, i loue you. you glue the best aduice and haue alw ays listened and neuer judged and i haue had so much fun with you. thank
you for euerything. JOHRNNfl: johan, johan! han of jo! i rem em ber when i first met you i w as in awe of your coolness because you had nin and
niruana written on your shoes and you were in awe of my..hm..loudness, w e’ue both changed considerably since then but we are still cool and
som ewhat loud so haue som e memories. 9th grade: m ustard at friday’s. bead eating, drug project in ethics, the class trip, you, me and krys in a
room..the tu random ly turning on by itself, innocently prank calling gu s’s and andy’s room and receiuing a threatening “i enuision you in a bathtub
full of blood.” and the note, heehee. your ring in the riuer. kurt. josh aduice-i w as your psychic. 10th grade: halloween and inuenting our little
scenarios, ha. school clothes shopping, uinyl pants, kurt act II: uictoria’s secret dressing room, third to burn, burnout, hey ugly, grip (that thing),
etc. the low pitched hi. i still haue our demo and listen to it on occasion, playing at springfest. class trip, kurt act III: the final frontier. 11th grade:
upside down smiles, homecoming. <gulp>. "dw w w w m , dw w w m ." guitars with feet, log x and log y. the sm all-font letter, the time when you left the
jeans on the back of g u s’s car. skat and the ouerly pierced band at the mall, "laura, you can NOT just run a w ay!” weeeEEEeee got blue slipped,
frings! the huge hotel suite with the iron, the m any bathroom s, and the pitcher, the hulk, dancing to the park’s music, stolen faerie dust, the gash,
a surrogate mother. 10:43. our web pages, the squid face. 12th grade: m istaking w iues for hats, lightly sugared corn cereal, the sand dance, you
are the tibet freer, a llama, “w as his window o p e n ?" “no....YEEEESSSSS!” thai chicken wraps. RrcJoan. HistRrt. snuggle, a giggler, your first
homecoming. Clyde RP. Peter, the cigarette eater, you are one of the coolest, nicest people i haue euer known, and your presence helped make the
high school experience worthwhile, you better keep in touch with me. KRVS: you are my idol, because you are so completely yourself yet you don’t
blatantly offend the m ajority the w ay i do. <does a ham ster dance in honor of you>. 9th grade: getting apple juice, analyzing our choice of songs
for english. being crazy little m ansonites. being ‘posers.’ GOF and FOG and that guy who licked my hand, tarot cards getting confiscated in algebra,
conuulsing and freezing on the class trip, the Clyde handwriting. DRUE, daaaaaue, tahwiggay, trent, etc. hey twig, soundgarden obsessions, hole
obsessions. 10th grade: yikes you played lacrosse! we kept trying out for things and forgetting about it. g u s’s hair exploded and he smelled like
glue, the friend play, i am cousin consuelo, gus is cousin butherford, johanna is uncle maynard, and you are aunt greta foreuer: “gimme som e
liquor., put it on the tab. the nam e’s greta, first name RUNT." the death shoes, the long funky shirt incident with two boys w ho will remain
anonym ous, the big puffy blue buffy bra. bowling, interuiew with the uampire... “nice clothes, bad w ig.” 11th grade: we w ere going to make a
mouie, a dark comedy to be specific, about m urderous hookers at your house, but we neuer did. perhaps thankfully? 12th grade: we both applied
early to nyu...by the time you read this w e ’ll know if we are going, ccrosses fingers>. thank you for being a krystyna. i’m really glad we are friends
and if we both got into nyu we will hang out and become famous...if not w e’ll keep in touch anyw ay and still euentually succumb to fame.
JOSEPHRR: where to sta rt? our friendship has been such a soap opera that we could sell it to the LUB and m ake a load of money, here are the main
euents w e’d haue to include in the script: 8th grade: we met! we had no bangs and w ere nearly identical, scissors in algebra, shoes in trees, “my
housekeeper forgot to pick up a piece of dust.” demi ouer demi down, the talent show that did NOT happen, w h a t? you, farie, and i would neuer
dance in a talent show to once by pearl jam. ha! being skinny, billfish. weird, long phone conuos. 9th grade: bangs! we met all our friends,
rejecteds 1,2, and 3. lactose intolerancy and barbification. weird crushes from south america. “he alw ays w ears the SRME TIE.” fungal dances,
bead-eating, blue hair, world ciu loudness, billy. 10th grade: the fight that lasted a year, we both changed in different ways, homecom ing dramas,
w interfest crying, you going to prom in the same limo as the person i wanted to take me to prom and his girlfriend, jealousy and manipulatiue life-
ruining. online catfights. i’m sorry!! 1 1th grade: no fighting! my madonna singing at your party, stom achs popping out of shirts, male problems, a
frock. 12th grade: m ysterious illnesses for both of us. who would haue thought w e’d euer be se n io rs? it seem s like 8th grade w as 2 m inutes ago.
w e’ue had our fights and our aw kw ardnesses, but i’m really glad we shared our high school years together, w e’re sisters foreuer and i’ll neuer
forget you. keep in touch. lack, I am running out of room] BRETTE: what can i say to the m ost original girl in the grade? for starters, “did you dye
your h a ir?" or how about “do you haue a cell pho n e?” teehee. i loue the w ay you write e’s. the m enagerie that is pc and nam ing its m em bers at my
house in 9th grade, ballet, retray, greetings uia the uirtualfiorist. there is an eckerds on the w ay to my house, so, you met patti rothberg’s siste r?
so, you’re drinking a sprite? wait...oh., ken tolnik. cutesy-cutesy groups, uerbing people...jeuined. thanks for aiding me with uampire 22. “are you
currently being sp a in ?” our on again off again friendship, fighting ouer gus. sorry about the oddly thing; i sw ear i w a sn ’t the one who inuented it.
safe test, duuurmiendo. being undruggy, the not you flickergrl and the inexplicable i am oddly, thank you for not being like euerybody else, the
world needs people who w eren’t made from cookie-cutters, and It w as nice know ing one of them for four years, see you at nyu if we both got in
<crosses fingers part ll> and if we didn’t, keep in touch anyway. FRRR: i just hate it when people put the trash can in the toilet, don’t yo u ? It’s
just like when people write in lipstick on the mirrors, yes-ah, third to buin, b asse s--yo u finally got one! farar. zetafest -97 and bassist kissing,
non-m ath— it is aboue calculus, only certain people can understand it. the absolute ualue of socks, etc. ex-best friends taking each other to prom,
conuersations about this, your fara pass that lets you be late, your loue-hate relationship with my dad. real men take .... we can cut in the student
store line because we are seniors, yeah! nipples, you're such a cool and absolutely hilarious person, thank you for all the laughter and fun and
definitely keep in touch with me when we go to college. JILL: from hauing opposing uiewpoints on certain issues, to the uast changes in both of
our personas from 9th grade to 12th--from little ‘m ansonites’ to the chic and wonderful people we are n o w --i’ue thoroughly enjoyed being friends
with you. wee. going to m izner on fridays in 10th grade, thanks for alw ays letting me borrow your clothes, boberg “suffering is good” and hauing
your own staples, judging outfits in english. agreeing about certain annoying people, you’ue taught me a lot about how you can completely
disagree with som eone on key issues but still be good friends with the person...thank you. you’re going to conquer the world, keep in touch with
me and let me know how it is. GIGI: what is coming to mind is physics in 11th grade, perhaps i should go and hide, care for a safety sh o w e r? “laura,
what are you burn in g?” and all the rest, riuerfront during the sum m er and a malibu sighting, i loue your art, especially the charcoal...the part that
doesn't end up on your face, that is. hee hee. m acbeth and collector projects, your terrifying speed-bum p accelerations, coffee addictions,
sm oothie runs, keanu reaues im pressions, you crack me up and at the sam e time are an insightful, thoughtful, and interesting person with whom i
can discuss serious things, thank you for being real, and w e’ll definitely keep in touch. JEN: “jen ”eric insults— obnoxious, Irritating, and bizarre,
earth tones, "pull it out of the...” daw son’s creek discussions in 10th grade, you’re so modest, “jen, w as that you laughing, or w as it tho m as?” mix
tapes of bad songs, kiss the rain, the combination w a lks--th e gusgi, jilljo, and of course the bdou. you’ll be sucessful at w hateuer you do...good
luck and keep in touch. JRMIE: see, i told you you’d be in my candid! som e people own bags, "p ack up and leaue.” the nice bathroom, snuggle!
going to lunch 4th period, you’ue helped make it entertaining, thank you, keep in touch, and don’t forget me. FREVR: boberg called you free-a and
that amused me. uertical angles, the art of conuersation, thanks for writing for relbbircs. wauing at people, gigi songs, halfros, etc. you’re
extrem ely cool an(d daria, keep in touch. ORN: touch me, i’m delicious, taste me, i’m textured, you kept your macbeth mask, are you so uery
h ungry? thanks for being perplexing and amusing. CLYDE: i loue you so much! people who don't go to pc anym ore: MERYL: i’ue thoroughly m issed
you senior year, beads, fauorite people, fauorite couples, ailing, anne rice obsessions, the eyebrow, our ands, buffy fighting, etc. thanks for being
there to talk and thanks for being fun and understanding my oddness. JOE: i'ue thoroughly m issed you senior year as well. dogs, lots of email,
climbing trees, weird things In trees, abandoned w earhouses, “a rts” camp, physics m isbehauior, i don't want to buy a boat, poetry, etc. thanks for
listening to me ramble and for being unique. EUERYONE ELSE: i'm sorry if i didn't write to you here, i didn’t haue room. pc--thank you for euerything.
i hated it the first few years, but if i can end up som ew hat normal and not despising it, then anyone can. and that says a lot. email me at
laura_neuer@hotm ail.com . see you som eday or m aybe not.