Isn’t it weird to think that there are oodles of people out there who could change your life, but at this moment it’s as if they don’t exist? Think about it. Maybe somewhere in the wilderness of Siberia someone has the potential to influence you in such a way that who you were as a person becomes a thing of the past and the new you, the better you, is reborn. I guess I can say I’m lucky because I actually got to meet someone like that.
If someone had said the name Nicolas Kemp to me before my senior year
of high school, I would have shrugged my shoulders and said I’d never
heard of him, unaware of the person behind that name. At that time, he
was being home-schooled in his high-rise apartment overlooking Lake
Michigan, the kind of penthouse I thought only celebrities owned. Lucky
dog. Why his mother signed him up to go to my school for his last year
of high school, I’ll never know. Maybe she wanted him to socialize more,
but if she knew my classmates like I knew them, she would’ve locked him
in his room and never let him leave. He was probably spending most of
his days reading, since that was what brought us together in the first
place. He always seemed to have a book in his hands.
In every class he'd be carrying a book -- in Literature class, in Math,
Chemistry, even in Phys Ed, some tome would be close at hand. Never a
new book, though, always something old, dog-eared. Classics, he called
It was one of those classics, crawling with little
book-eating insects, that he brought to Physics class the day we were
learning about radiation. I guess one of those bugs got too
close to the uranium and bit him, causing the hideous transformation.
It's only now, after all these years, that I can talk about how Nicolas
Kemp became Evil Editor.
And he never did learn how to socialize properly.
Opening: Karen Britten.....Continuation: Anon.