Back when Myspace was still around and kind of a big thing, I had logged in one night and had gotten a request from someone. Someone I had no idea who it was, but we got to talking, and all of a sudden, I found myself at an awkward spot.
She had confused me for someone else, she had thought she had reached the right Francisco, but she hadn't.
I had no idea who she was; I could've just said good bye and closed out the chat. I could have walked away. Something told me that I shouldn't. So I kept messaging her and she reached out, she seemed interested, she wanted to know more. She tells me she has seen me before, that I've been cleaning out the recycling bins throughout the college campus. She was right. I was working Maintenance at the college that year, before I started back on classes. Guess we had crossed paths before our online meeting, it had happened, I just had no idea.
Next thing that happens is I find myself being invited to some party; she tells me there's a guy there that she wants me to meet, that we'll get along just fine. Turns out this guy would later become my best friend, and the three of us would be inseparable. The three musketeers of that college.
But of course, that party would not be my first one with her, and for sure, not the last. The most infamous party I ended up going was the one where I got so drunk I was searching the cupboards for sugar, for whatever reason I had at the time. I would hear this story be repeated to me every time I would show up back in that town, visiting Lady V. I would be teased, but at the end of it all, I would always laugh, because knowing that that party in which I barely remember the aftermath, I know deep inside me that I had fun, and it still remains as one of my favorite memories with her, even though I got in trouble with my parents.
Flash forward and we're driving around campus drinking a bottle of vodka jamming to music.
Flash forward and she's cutting my hair, even though I trust no one to do that and am terrified of bad haircuts.
Flash forward and we're at another party and the cops visit her house.
Flash forward and I'm tore up about my present relationship and she's warning me that my now-ex is no good to me, and to no avail, I ignore her.
Flash forward and I'm having a hard time with life and she's in my corner, cheering me up, telling me it will be okay.
Flash forward and we're in the college radio studio as she is recording.
Flash forward and we're at my house, I am tripping out and she is waiting for me outside in her car, hoping that I don't get in trouble with my parents.
Flash forward and she's giving me a gift, a frame in which painting tells a forbidden story, which you can find on this website under "Friendship, Alcohol and Superheroes."
Flash forward and I am playing pool with her, and after some time of her kicking my ass, I am doing the ass-kicking.
Flash forward and I tell her I'm creating a superhero for my comic book in her honor.
Flash forward and she's filming a short movie for class, in which I star and can be found below.
Flash forward and I'm fighting with her, arguing that is, not physical, but the words hurt each other and what it seems like the end of a friendship is right around the corner.
Flash forward and I am moving to Colorado and leaving in bad terms with her. I let my feelings get in the way one more time.
Flash forward and what should of being the end, is like the beginning. A test to how strong our friendship really can be.
Flash forward and she's graduating. Flash forward and she's leaving Wyoming.
Flash forward and we no longer talk like we used to.
Flash forward.... forward... and present.
I visit her in L.A.
Our friendship is stronger than ever. My idea of her as a superhero is now a reality; she is filming it.
Stop. Did you get this far on this page?
Do you remember when we first met?
One simple misunderstanding. And yet here we are.
There is so much more to this chapter, and perhaps one day I'll flesh it out.
Just know that this chapter hasn't ended. It is still growing.