Fear and Sadness

I am drinking pop in my kitchen back in Mississauga. I am about to go for a smoke with my cousin, and suddenly I realize I can't find my notebooks from Ms. Cosgrove's class. For some reason, she still puts into my heart the grade nine fear everyone felt when near her. All I knew is that since my sweater incident the week before, I could not afford to come to class unprepared again. I called Peter and he said he would photocopy all the semester notes, but that I would have to buy tickets to a Leaf game at the Gardens. I called my cousin and he sent me to Peter's house, where I got some batteries for the keyboard I needed to write my essay as punishment for the original sweater incident. Konrad helped me, and it was a good essay. It was read in class by the teacher herself. I was happy to have a brother that was both smart and vengeful. Somehow, even though we talked about it all the time, Peter and I never went to that game. Yet I remember the Leafs never played the same since...

Due to my deep sadness over not sharing the greatest team play with my best friend at the time. I could not bring myself to post a picture.