Wednesday, April 20, 2011

A Starr Is Born

Once upon a time, I knew a kid named Nathan Starr (first name isn't really his name, but his last name is. I just used it for the title of this post). We met while we were taking the driver's ed classroom portion. He seemed pretty normal at first, & was the nicest person in that class full of delinquents. We even ended up in the same car for the driving portion of the class! Isn't that convenient? I thought I had finally made a friend.

Obviously, since I'm writing about it on here, it either ends up being really weird or really depressing. This story is the former.

As far as he told me, he lived in an emotionally abusive household. According to him, he was a crack baby, which explains a lot of his future behavior. Eventually, his father remarried & his half-sister took most of the attention. His step-mom would go days without speaking to him over the slightest infraction. Because of this, I felt really bad for him. But then he started talking about how he worked out all of the time. Well, that's all well & good. But he also started talking about how he had so much power that he could force doors to close without touching them. That is not well & good at all. He also said he slept with an ax under his pillow for protection.

Yep.

Eventually we met at the mall to hang out for the first time since we took driver's ed. Pretty much the whole time was spent with him acting really weird, trying to embarrass me in front of a girl I liked at the time, & just being a creeper. At one point, I tried to lose him but wasn't successful.

Also, it should be noted that all of the working out that he did? He flexed & showed me his abs (in public....) & they didn't look like jack. He also said he had been growing a beard but it was barely a mustache. It really made me nervous that his reality was something completely different than the correct reality (i.e. my reality).

After a while, I told him over the phone that I didn't want to be his friend anymore because he freaked me out. And we didn't talk for a while. But then we started talking again for some reason & met to hang out at this park. He brought his motorbike that he had just fixed & some black kid with tattoos I later found out stood for the Bloods (Rocky Mount is full of gang activity) asked if he could ride it. I was thinking to myself, "This is beyond stupid. There's no way he will let this kid ride his motorbike." But sure enough, Nathan let him ride the bike. And just as expected, homeslice rode off & never came back. Nathan chased after him on foot (I ran a little but didn't expend too much energy because there's no way in hell we are catching someone on a motorbike) but the cause was lost. And so was the bike.

That was the last time I saw Nathan. We spoke some over Myspace a little later but I have no idea what he's up to nowadays.

8 comments:

Aubree said...

Obviously, since I'm writing about it on here, it either ends up being really weird or really depressing. This story is the former.

couldn't have said it better myself.
this made me laugh out loud. the real kind, not the fake "LOL OMG" kind. you know. i am still chuckling at picturing you trying to lose him in the mall and not being able to.

Nicole said...

I actually know a guy named Nathan Starr,spelled the same way and everything! Also great post!

Andrew said...

Actually, I tried to lose him when we went to Wal-Mart after the mall. I left that part out because it sounded more lame on my part. I was literally darting through the grocery section trying to look down aisles to see where he was.

Thanks for the love, ladies!

Andrew said...

In a way, I'm glad I've had all of these weird things happen to me because it provides entertainment on here.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Whatever reality that guy was living in, he was getting his awesome on for sure. I rather like him . . .

Andrew said...

It's all for you, Dr. Ken.

Eeshie said...

Is it sad that I found this post funny?

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Melons.

Andrew said...

No. That's a good thing!