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ZADA...Ah....Zada Rose Danziger. The things I could say about this girl....the things I WILL say, actually.
Where to start? Well, to be completely honest, I dated Zada before Andrew, which was actually sparked by the first and only time I cheated on someone. I was with Kristy Luzier at the time (why, you ask? Hell if I know...the girl was a human petri dish of STDs), and a week into our relationship Zada asked me to teach her "how to kiss". She had never done it before, so I taught her, making me her first boyfriend as well as her first kiss. This ended me and Kristi (which is why I'm still living today, I believe), and Zada and I ended soon thereafter. We never did more than kiss, and the relationship never really sunk its claws into me.
I still thank God for that.
But alas, the fates didn't hold the same cards for Andrew. He hooked up
with Zada later on, and all seemed well at first. At that time I believed
Zada to be an innocent, albeit slightly confused soul. But innocent all
the same. And Andrew seemed happy. Everything seemed to be going great.
Seemed, seemed, seemed, seemed.......
And then Andrew started picking me up for school in the mornings (we lived
seconds apart) in his huge junker of a car that we loved so damn much.
We'd leave from my house to Zada's, and that's when I realized what was
really going on. She'd jump in the car with a huge health-shake in her
hands that smelled like a sewer rat eating parmesan cheese and immediately
tell Andrew that she needed something. A doughnut one day, a special
breakfast the other. This wouldn't have bothered me if it weren't for the
fact that we were always ten minutes away from the school bell when we
picked Zada up, and the shit she wanted was always on the other side of
town. She'd dump the shake into some bushes near her house (which later
died from the poison), and we'd drive off to wherever she wanted to go.
Andrew had become her pawn, and her true colors shined as she sunk her
mental claws into him. She had become a selfish, abusive, conceited, and
criminally insane psycho-bitch. This didn't all come to light at once,
mind you, but for the length limit of this section, I'll leave it at that.
They broke up, and I applauded Andrew for it, telling him how I had felt
about her all along. Then 3 hours later they were back together again.
This created a rift between me and Andrew that lasted for a good while, and
Zada saw me as a huge threat to her control over the boy. I had switched
into war-mode, ready to take her on completley and pull Andrew kicking and
screaming from the horror of that relationship (parasite/host, that is),
when he broke up with her for the second (and final) time. It had cost us
months of our friendship, but I welcomed Andrew back into the wonderful
world of sanity with open arms. He thanked me for trying to save him, but
I'm glad that, in the long run, he figured it out for himself.
As for Zada, I didn't see her for a few years after graduation. Then I
ran into her at my work. She had lost 70-80 pounds and she looked pretty
sickly. But her eyes are what caught me. They were the unstable,
disturbed eyes of a mental patient. I kept checking her clothing for
hospital tags, ready to call the psychiatric ward if she tried any shit.
She didn't, however, and only managed a weak "hey..." before leaving. I
haven't seen her since....
Andrew survived, and went on to find the love of his life. I envied him
for it, but i didn't envy the experiences he had to go through to achieve
it. I thanked the Lord that I had never had to suffer mental torture and
manipulation at the hands of a woman. I got on my knees and kissed the
crucifix every day, thanking the Lord for his mercy. The Lord was good to
me. I was His faithful servant. I told Him how glad I was that my life
was so clean of that sort of evil.
I was one of the chosen few who would get to avoid it.
Then I met Mariah Bryan.
Obviously, the Lord hadn't heard a single fucking thing I'd said.....
JENNY: Jenny E., I'll call her. This was one of Andrew's "prettiest" girlfriends (and I mean that in the conventional, "society's standards" way), and I believe they shared the stage at the Friday night Rocky Horror Picture Show at Northlake Mall's cinema 8. She was pretty cool, as far as I could tell, but the only time I really interacted with her was at a jam session we were having at Matthew's place. Andrew had mentioned that she was heavily trained in the martial arts, and that fascinated the shit out of me (having grown up on channel 69's Black Belt theater....FUCKING KUNG FU ZOMBIE RULES!). So I asked her how good she was as I shook her hand. She then proceeded to put me in some sort of Hindu Jedi Armlock that hurt like a mule kick in the gonads. I yelped and she released me, grinning slightly. Humiliated, I sunk back into the shadows, swearing to avenge my fallen brothers and sisters with the little-known, underestimated Wombat-style kung-fu fist that I had learned at the age of 5. Unfortunately, I never saw her again, so I had to go back to Sunday evenings playing backgammon with the 2nd hall Cross Keys retards.
LAURA: Have you ever seen THE CRAFT? Remember the dyed black girl who got her ass kicked by Robin Tunney at the end? Well..that was kind of what Laura was like (except with longer hair). Hey...remember how big Neve Campbell's breasts looked in that movie? How did she manage that? Who's she trying to fool? Seriously, though....Laura was into the Wiccan arts (witchcraft, to the layperson), and would occasionally create special totems to help Andrew along in life. She even conjured up some sort of doll for Andrew to put under his pillow at night in order to stop his nightmares...and the shit WORKED. Despite how cool all of that may sound, Laura was nothing but a sexual toy for Andrew (and this is where we're supposed to feel BAD for him) to play with. There was no feeling there. No emotion. No mental stability (on her part). So it ended, and it ended badly. Andrew held a lot of negative feeling towards her, and it was all pretty much justifiable. I ended up seeing her at Georgia State many years later, and then at one of my concerts (where she bluntly dissed my performance...probably because I didn't sound like Bauhaus or Type O Negative), and then she went on to die of a drug overdose. Andrew felt nothing about it, and neither did I. It's a sad thing when anyone goes that way....but we had stopped knowing her for a long time. Let's hope she's in a better place than the life she dwelled in here on Earth.
AUDRA: Oh Lord...where to begin. Well, I'll make this as short and sweet as possible. Audra was the first girl that I really saw Andrew fall for physically. So you can imagine how great it felt when I invited them to join me at the local theater to watch A FEW GOOD MEN. The movie should have been called SANTIAGO CAN'T ENJOY THIS FILM BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE DRY HUMPING NEXT TO HIM. They left halfway through the flick, and Andrew has YET to see it. But anyways, from what I recall, Audra was just a little too immature to handle a relationship (a fact she displayed quite nicely at our first Evergreen show at the Oaks Clubhouse), and Andrew wasn't into putting up with any shit. So that was that, and Audra's another one of the dead roses that my best friend keeps in his room.
ZANDI: Besides Julie, Zandi was my favorite of Andrew's girls. She was a voluptuous and beautiful black girl with a strong mind and spirit. And despite the racial difference, Andrew and her seemed great for eachother. Their relationship pissed off a lot of people at our school, both black and white, and it opened my eyes to how horribly common racism is on both sides of the color spectrum. They eventually split, but they remained friends afterwards (a friendship that eventually broke off after Andrew left CK for open campus). I would say that their break-up was unfortunate, but it led Andrew to his awesome wife, so it all worked out for the best. I hope you're doing something great with your life, Zandi. We miss ya.
ANGEL: Angel. What a name, right? There's a lot of shit to live up to when your name is Angel, and for the most part, she did okay. To be completely honest, all I can remember about this girl is that Andrew and I were both infatuated with her at one time, and she blended into our company quite well. We would hang out in the Art supply room and chat up a storm, but nothing ever happened between us. As for her and Andrew, well...I think it went a little farther. How much so? I'm not sure...but Andrew did give me her name to review, so I assume it was something heavy enough to categorize her as one of Andrew's "women". Maybe when Andrew has his say on the subject I'll find out more...
So here's to all of Andrew's gals. Your interaction in his life (negative or positive)led him to be who he is today, and for that we're both grateful, whether you meant for us to be or not.
...AX's Two Cents
The reason I had Santiago mention ANGEL in this page was because I was very hung up on her for about half a year. What can I say? She was one of the very first females to show interest in me, and I fell hard. Santiago gave her my phone number at school. We talked on the phone every night at one point, but the relationship never went anywhere past hugs & holding hands. She gave up on me before I even had a chance, but at least it showed me what she was really made of. For the sake of completion, I decided we ought to mention her.
I also consider ZANDI to be the best of the "ex-girlfriends". In fact, I almost feel guilty about lumping her in with these others. I guess I apologize for that. She was the first girl I actually was in love with. Meaning I thought about her constantly, dreamed about her, wrote songs and poems about her, everything. True, being an interracial couple did bother some people, but she and I never wasted our time on so much as even mentioning it. Our biggest concern had nothing to do with that, and it wasn't what led to the demise of our relationship. We were, at last, into different things and had different priorities. We got along well, but it would only be a matter of time before a problem came up. I was too young to know how to deal with all the emotional ups & downs she would go through, and didn't understand. We did, however, remain friends for a long time. I'm not sure if she thinks of me quite this way now, but that isn't the point. In one of the last letters I got from her, she'd finally found a good guy. I hope she's as happy now as I am.
If nothing else, AUDRA deserves credit for putting my final break-up with Zada in motion. Right when things couldn't have got any worse with ol' Z, Audra called me up out of the blue. It'd been a year and a half since we'd broken up, and things were okay between us. Regardless of her motives, Audra encouraged me to dump Zada, and to not give in to her manipulative ways. She reminded me that I deserved better, and brought my self-esteem up several points. It worked, and I was Zada-free by the end of that week. Audra and I struck up a brief friendship after that, but I never heard from her after I started dating Julie. As a girlfriend, Audra was both fun and frustrating. I liked being around her, but because of how young she was, I was just setting myself up for disaster. She broke my heart, dumping me cold for another guy. But, I give credit where credit is due. Thanks, Audra.
Despite what Santiago says, it was I who was LAURA's "sex toy". She went after me hard-core after we were in a car accident together, and didn't give up until she was on top of me. I was dating Audra at that time, and was skating on thin ice. As soon as Audra dumped me, Laura scooped me up. My heart was broken, my spirits were down, and I missed & needed female companionship. I didn't care where I got it, obviously. It only lasted a summer, but it was intense. I never felt one thing toward her, just wished she was Audra (whom I was still hung up on). We broke up, and she was extremely nasty to me after that. Extremely.
So, last fall, I get an e-mail saying she overdosed by herself in a hotel room and died en route to the hospital. When I asked where I might go to bring her flowers, I got no reply. I'm only half-convinced she is really dead.
Man, I only dated JENNY for a month, but she still counts. Why? Because when my Homecoming date cancelled at the very last minute, Jenny put on a dress and raced over to my house. She even let me drive her car. Wow. We tried dating after that, but in a few weeks it was over. She screwed another guy because (I guess) I wasn't fast enough for her. Truthfully I liked her, but the physical attraction wasn't there. Too skinny, too blonde. But, she was one hell of a "Columbia" in ROCKY HORROR, and we had fun together in the cast (for those not in the know, I was "Riff-Raff"). Frank didn't make her for me.
And then there's ZADA. Richard Pryor once said, "Sometimes you fall in love, sometimes you fall in shit. The trick is knowing the difference."
Well I definitely couldn't tell the difference back then. I followed my raging hormones and paid the price all in the name of what I thought at the time was love. Truth is, Zada and I had fun for a good four or five months. After that, things went reaalllly downhill as Santiago stated. He did a good job with the details so I don't need to really add anything. Besides, most of what I went through with Zada has become the stuff of legend in years since.
Not long after I got married, my friend Kristi ran into her at a restaurant. Zada gave Kristi contact information and wanted me to call. Apparently Zada wanted to reconcile things and bring some closure to the whole deal. I guess she realized some bad shit went down and I wasn't the asshole she and her friends claimed I was back then.
I told Kristi to throw the phone # and e-mail away, that I didn't see what good it could do. But by that very action, I showed I was still angry about the whole thing all those years later. I feel stupid now and if I could go back, I would have called her and put everything back where it belongs.