[5/8] Message to Tijuana Juicepack

One day in grade one, you and I both stayed after class a little because we hadn't finished our work.  We were totally alone, and we probably spoke more that day than ever before or after.  We usually didn't speak that much with each other.  I had a strange name and I was sort of an eccentric jokester, not very popular.  We got along surprisingly well that day.

You drew a tree for me.  We were drawing (christmas?) trees, and I was complaining that I wasn't very good at it.  I kept erasing parts and trying it over again.  You offered to draw it for me, and I accepted (though I felt kind of weird about it).

You also stole for me.  That's right.  Remember Crazy Bones?  You stole Andrew's Crazy Bones for me (his were better than mine, it was my idea); I still have them somewhere.  If I manage to send him a creepy message too, I will apologize and offer to return them to him. (Andrew got bad grades and spoke with a sort of speech impediment, but he was very funny and I actually liked him.  Otherwise I'd probably keep them.)

I think at one point you even reassured me about losing my front teeth or something?  I don't know what possessed you to do these things for me or what you saw in me, but thank you.  I'm clearly very awesome, and I commend you for perhaps catching a glimpse of that.