That old high school locker is where a lot stuff went down. French's locker was right beside mine, so there was always a lot of action. He kept a bottle of rye tucked into a ski-doo boot, and he'd warm up your coffee if the coast was clear. I also liked that locker because there was a pretty good chance some girls would swing by to see French.
There was this one girl that hung out a bit too much. French had an on-again off-again relationship with her. French would be after some new girl, and his old flame had a way of popping up, and even being at school early waiting by our lockers. She had this uncanny ability to show up when French was hanging with some new girl. He'd often make me his scout and look down the hall to see if she was sitting by our lockers. I thought it was a good problem to have, but French was creeped-out by her persistence.
Maybe the coolest thing about his locker was that he rarely had a lock on it. The door had this message written on it with a marker: "touch and pay the piper". Needless to say: nothing ever went missing.
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I need to take lessons from French. I love how much you can remember from HS, and then tell the story well. Me, ...the memories are too faded.
I just watched Wayne's World with Cade the other night, so you know when you were writing about French's ex, I was seeing Wayne's ex in my mind's eye.
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