Such A Lovely Waste

He died in a single car crash. I just got the news. But I am done grieving Scott already. It was a process I started long ago. He taught me what love was. Not that he showed me any. He made it clear to me what it was not.

Scott was as handsome and charming as they come. And twice as evil. Son of the local sheriff, he was raised in a strict catholic family. He taught me how to hot knife hash in the front seat of a stolden car when I was fifteen. His girlfriend was cheering at the basket ball game at the time. He was older, richer, slick as a snake. My parents thought I was safe with him. I was never in more danger. I learned to always keep him at a long arms length.

I discovered later, was his older brother, the dealer, who's stash we had used. The car belonged to parish father who lived across the street from Scott. That was back when Scott was doing small time crime. After his girlfriend became pregnant and was sent off to the cities, Scott cut a deal with his dad and left town in the dark of night to avoid prosecution for an area crime spree. He spent a year working on a fishing boat in Alaska. Excitement followed him, mostly in the form of board young teenagers. He moved into my apartment for a short time in collage, right before we were evicted.

I heard he married a local girl. She would make the three hour drive every weekend with his mother to visit him in the state penitentiary. She had to love him. She was heart broken when he left her, apon his release, for their eighteen year old babysitter.

So many opportunities in his life time wasted. Or did he just grab every one he seen and let the rest of us learn from his painful mistakes. I only know he did leave many a beautiful corpse.