Musings

K and I grew up about three miles from each other, in different towns. There were five little towns that made up the core of our school system, with the town I grew up in the largest and most central. While we all went to the same elementary school and high school, all of us seemed to associate only with those from our own town--at least until high school and the dating years. ;) And so, this story is set up.

The guys in K's town seemed to have a closeness that was stronger than most. There didn't seem to be a class structure: Money, power, etc, didn't mean a thing when it came to the guys hanging together. And the guys were well known by everyone in the towns--they actually were referred to as the "(town name) Mafia." I know they had themselves a shoplifting ring and they drank an awful lot, but beyond that, I never asked and was never told what went on. Thing is, they weren't violent--or at least no one thought of them as violent. I guess what they did would be considered 'victimless crimes.' And until our late years in high school, I don't believe any of the guys were our local drug connections--that came much, much later. As I said, I never asked questions and only know a little about the shoplifting--and I know NOTHING about what K may or may not have done. And I really don't want to know.

While K and his twin brother were close, K had another friend that was as close to him as any brother could be. This friend was R, my high school boyfriend. R and I got together when I was in tenth grade and stayed together until I graduated. By this time, K and R were no longer friends. R and I spent a lot of time with K's twin and his girlfriend, so I never knew there was any problem between K and R--that is, until K and I started dating a few months after R and I broke up. K then told me the story--but left out WAY too many details.

K and R had a fight. And from what I can surmise, it was the 'FIGHT OF ALL TIMES.' I have no idea what it could possibly have been about, but it must have been serious. K is one of the most even-tempered person you could ever meet, and for him to get mad enough to fight, things had to be serious. Whatever the fight was about, it was physical and quite violent. And R said he would 'kill' K if he ever got in his way. He took to wearing a heavy chain around his neck to use as a weapon, if need be. I don't believe the two of them ever talked again--and I knew nothing of this until after K and I were together for a while. This is why my going out with R after K and I got together was the worst thing I could possibly have ever done--and why I almost lost K in the process. And I still would love to know what the fight was all about.