Picture this. It's the fall, you're a producer of a small late night talk show. All of a sudden, the coolest fuckin' girl walks in the room. Not only is she incredibly beautiful, after talking to her, you find out that she's just an all around awesome girl. In the next few months, you begin to fall for this girl. When you get drunk, you email her poetry. You write stories for her, and about her. Dare say it, but you might actually...*gulp*...love this girl.
Okay, now say one night you're at a party where there is an on-running gimmick. The gimmick being do things for money. Not real money fake money, but fake money that can win you something. The one with the most money wins a bottle of Kaluha. You drink alot. Make out with some chick you don't know. Then, out of nowhere, you are spun around by the girl who you have fallen for. She leeches onto your lips like a suction cup in front of a good fifty people. Cool, huh? No. You freak out, begin bangin' your head off of walls like you're fuckin' Rain Man. Why you ask? Well, you had planned it to be something much more. Something special. But it was heavily cheapened.
So, the girl stops talking to you. When you ask why, she explodes, telling you that she can talk to whomever she wants whenever she wants and that she doesn't have to listen to you. On top of that, your friend talks to her and she tells him how "psycho" you are. Shortly after, because you called her over Christmas Break to wish her a happy birthday/merry X-mas/happy New Year, she begins to tell people that you were "stalking" her.
What can I say? It hurt. So, why do I wanna nail Peppermint Patty? Well, we always joked around and said she resembled her, in looks and personality. All of her male friends would treat her like "one of the guys," 'cept me who would just shower her with compliments. I bought her this Peppermint Patty comb. She really dug it. There was more that went on with the whole situation, but I'd rather not get into it. One thing though for those who know me. I shared 'Dream a Little Dream' with her. If you know me, then you know that that means a lot (ask Kevin Smith).
There's a little epilogue to my tale o sadness. We talk now. We actually talked just the other night for about 2 and a half hours. We're beginning to rebuild our friendship. And, through all that's happened, she still has the Peppermint Patty comb.