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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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i know it doesnt matter.... its my fault... i admit it.
but to know me...
for the prelude go to...
http://iomfats.org/aboutme/fear/terrortales/marc/
When I finally left the academy I went straight into University. Within the first three months of my first semester I received an assignment which required some level of research so off to the library I went. As I gathered the materials for my assignment I found myself in an aisle and reaching for a book I found myself in contention with an interloper who was trying to get that self same book.
Rick… he had a similar assignment, same course, different class and professor… go figure! God he was cute! Realizing that we both needed the material we decided to pool resources and share the book. We made arrangements to get together to compare notes and so on.
As things go with school… we met for a few study sessions and began to become good friends. Our interests were very similar. We liked the same music, foods, books, movies…
I don’t remember if it were I or he that made the first move… it doesn’t matter… in the span of several seconds we progressed from being school friends to head over heels, passionately, forevermore in love…
We were together for almost 13 years… We did everything together… Our life together was a whirlwind of magical times… We fell into a part time occupation that yielded vast amounts of cash, social contacts, travel and all the perks that go along with a degree of fame and fortune.
We were able to afford the finest education possible… We lived a dream only realized by very few of that time…
When we were to finish grad-school… we allowed things to settle down and we began to establish ourselves in careers. I went into teaching and Rick … of all things… investment banking… he was so good with money… I wish I was one tenth as bright with it…
In just 4 years he had made vice president of a prestigious investment house and we were going to celebrate… That was on February 21, 1980….
That was the night I lost him… We were walking from a quiet intimate dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant to a get together at a friend’s place a few blocks away. He wanted to call a cab but as it was only four blocks I convinced him that we should just walk.
It was the biggest mistake of my life…..
As we walked, a car stopped and in just several seconds we were beaten with bats and stomped with boots… Rick tried to place himself between them and me… they centered their rage on my Ricky… I remember the sound as if it were a clarion call… I watched as one of the boys swung an aluminum bat and caught Rick on the side of his head. He crumbled to the ground. A second later a car turned a corner and their lights flashed in our direction… with several kicks in my chest, face and legs they jumped into their car and sped off.
I held rick as best I could. I tried to hold him together but I couldn’t. he slipped through my fingers there on the street. He looked so frightened. And in a second he was gone.
I woke in the hospital. Ribs taped, jaw set, arm, shoulder, hand, ankle, leg in a cast… I was told that it was four days after the night in the street… I was also told that I would not be able to attend the services for my Ricky… they said it was too dangerous for me to be moved just then… I was kept there for nearly 17 weeks… in that time I was visited by detectives, who obviously didn’t give a rats ass about catching the people that did this…
Eventually I was released from the hospital… I returned to the loft… something happened, I fell apart emotionally… it’s been a living hell ever since…
this was not easy to do
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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