On a whim I looked up the project co-ordinator for my Experience ’75 grant (we did research in a cemetary, which is going to look great on my bio when the zombie movie comes out) and found out he got written up in a parenting article. I had SUCH a crush on that man, he was one of the sweetest, funniest (= evil) people I ever met. He used to pretend to be retarded as well as crippled if we were pushing him along, while the four of us students killed ourselves laughing. But I was 16. And dumb as a fence post, candidly.
And think about it. From the time his name crossed my mind until the time I located his address and phone number was 90 seconds. Stalking has never been so easy.
