From: Sean.Kelleher@f406.n105.z1.fidonet.org (Sean Kelleher)
Newsgroups: k12.chat.senior
Subject: Well lets see.....
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 92 19:43:00 PST
Organization: FidoNet node 1:105/406

Sarah -

SF> -=> Quoting Brendan Edwards to Sarah Ferrel <=-
SF>... Passionate kiss, like spider web, leads to undoing of fly
        Hmmm...uh-NOTHER tagline for me to steal from you.  Ooops,
sorry, forgot to introduce myself.  I am Sean Kelleher, m'fair lady, and
I hail from Butte, Montana (sometimes people don't bother to chechk
things like message headers and origin lines).
        I've been monitoring your conversations with Bren
for...ohh...about two weeks,  I guess.  I sent off a few introductory
messages to you, but somewhere along the line one of my rep packets was
fried.  Since you didn't get back to me, I'm assuming my mail to you was
in that packet.
        OK....I'm in the mood for stats right now.  I'm 17 on the
twentieth of August; I'll be a Senior next year.  I have trim brown hair
and eyes (brown eyes, not trim eyes).  I'm six foot two, but super
skinny (140 on a good day).  My principle interests in life are Stephen
King, computerin', doing strange things (I'd much rather launch a
terrorist assault on the local police force than get drunk),
and...uhmmm...searching for the true meaning of the universe.  Not
necessarily in that order.
        I've been BBSing for two years now; long enough so that I could
consider myself a K12 net elder, I guess.  I'm always willing to
chit-chat...I check for new mail every day, and I have access to 4 K12
BBS's.
        Uhhhmmm...in person, I'd say I'm a pretty mellow guy.  At least,
I try to be...I respect people who only talk when they have something to
say, and who don't peal forth laughter at every opportunity.  Some
people have told me that I'm either a stiff, or that I must have seen a
lot of tramautic things in my early childhood, 'cause I don't laugh
much.  But that's just what I'd like them to think, I guess so....
        Besides, I was out for a one am breakfast last night...with my
best friend Kris and two...hmmm...just more than casual aquaintances.
We went to the 4B's restaraunt (founded by Montanans Bill Barby Betty
and Buck...or something like that).  We were munching down when two
different groups of people came in independantly and sat down next to
us.  The first was a middle-aged woman with two men, one of whom new my
friend Matt (who was buying us this breakfast).
        Then second group was a couple...the girl was out of high
school, but I wouldn't know her age.  19 for good measure.  Her
boyfriend came in a few minutes later, seeming drunk.  By then, my three
friends were all laughing it up with the others (mostly really REALLY
stupid jokes about proctology, and one innocent comment towards the
girl).  The boyfriend joined in readily enough.
        Well, as we were getting ready to leave (my friends were humming
like live wires from all the sugar they'd gulped), the girl mumbled
something to her boyfriend, and he and one of the men from the other
group left.  She'd told him to "take the one in the middle (Matt) and
kick his *ss."
        So, we tried to sneak out, but eventually Matt just walked out
the front door to his car saying "F*** it"...where the older man (was
21, but looked in his 30's) was waiting.  He held us back while the
boyfriend tried to smear Matt across the parking lot.
        The good luck of it all is this...the two idiots finished Matt
and when back into to finish their breakfast.  So when the three police
cruisers arrived, it was real easy to point them out (I was the only one
who witnessed the whole thing...one friend lost us, and my other went
back in to call the cops half way through).
        At 3:30 in the morning, I was at the police station filling out
a statement, and at 4:30 I was sitting in the emergency room waiting for
Matt.  And even though I called my parents and explained the situation,
they were waiting for me so CHEERFULLY when I got home at ten to five.
My stepdad called me something I won't repeat here, said this was the
LAST time I was going to stay out late with my friends (had happened
ONCE before...I got home at 12:30 instead of 12 when we had car
troubles).
        My mom just told me that I was never going out late again, and
that I shouldn't be hanging out with trash like them (Matt had gotten a
500 dollar paycheck and just felt like treating us to a nice breakfast
when we ran into a couple of drunks).  She said that what I SHOULD be
spending my time doing is looking for a damn job!
        I couldn't believe any of this...the DISGUST I felt for
them...they weren't being angry at me because they were scared (like a
mother grounds her son and yells at him when he is found after being
missing for the night)...they were honestly pissed off at me for coming
in so late and being so rude and snotty.  And then my mom has the nerve
to start harping on me because I don't have a JOB.  Christ....

        Well, this message is certainly long enough...sorry 'bout that

      - Sean

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