So as it Semed Me

Introduction
How is it that people seem to lay waste to their seemingly happy lives? It’s scary how fast

life can plummet into a downward spiral. This is the story of one such person and the

culminations circumstances by which his life took such a turn. All of the characters in this story

are completely true, but their names have been changed due to the acts that they have

committed. So begins the story of Paris as it was told to me. I am not Paris; I am just someone

trying to convey an interesting story.
Chapter 1: So as it Semed Me

I first met Paris at the Bartlett Christmas Parade. I must admit that I had preconceptions

of him due to the descriptions that friends of mine had given me. They described him as a

straight-up greaser right out of the fifties. And so it was that this was my first impression as

well. Obviously, they had never taken the time to talk to him or, like my girlfriend, had made up

their minds and gave him no second thought.

The first thing he ever said to me was “Do you know who that is?” This was in reference to

a button that I was wearing that had a picture of Che Guevara on it. “Yes,” I replied and then

went on to give a brief description on the escapades of Ernesto “Che” Guevara. This was the

beginning of our friendship.

I regret using the word friendship due to the fact that I really didn’t like him all that

much at the time or for some time afterward. It seemed as if he was just some punk trying to be

different. For all of you who know me and for those of you who don’t, I hate posers of any kind.

Paris was my girlfriend’s sister’s boyfriend. As a result, we saw a lot of each

other. At first, it was okay. Then it was pretty fun. Last, it was terrible. I began to have this

irrational hatred of Paris for absolutely no reason whatsoever. How this came about, I do not

know or just can’t remember. Perhaps two people with an Irish heritage need to have disputes

from time to time, even if they are jus one-sided.

This was Paris and that was the beginning of the long chain of events to which I was privy.

* Comeback tomorrow if you want to know another section of the story. It will

start to get good. I promise. It’ll be your favorite soap opera.