It was a class with Renee Gladman, week one, 7/4/2005, where we discussed abstraction as an important element to explore place and time. It was this class in particular that stuttering was first introduced to me as empowerment over impediment. After several days of stuttering through going around the room and reading, just like in 8th grade when I would try to time my bathroom breaks for when it was my turn to read just so they would pass over me, only to return and have Dr. Farkis, a.k.a. Hitler, make me read anyway. All the girls I liked were in that class. Michelle, a thin, considerate brunette who gained nearly a hundred pounds after high school, Audra who had two kids and is married to an FBI agent, and Leslie, who I saw once at the mall years after high school while I was high on LSD and even then didn’t have the courage to say hello. Long story short, Kilroy told me he loved when I spoke. Said it sounded like music, and that no one he’d ever met sounded like that. I miss that guy.
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