I grew up in a small town, where sticking out from the crowd was not the hottest place to be. I was far from the most popular girl, preferring glam rock attires to Vuarnet t-shirts, but I had a friend who was all a proper schoolgirl shouldn’t be: wild, free, exotic, and crazy. “Unique” couldn’t even start to describe her, and it’s still far-fetched today, when most people tend to fade away with modern life’s responsibilities.
She studied at LaSalle College, intensifying her individuality, while most of us tried to conform to a socially acceptable education. She was our eccentric friend, the one who brought life to the party. Last time I saw her, she lived in a so-hip apartment right off Crescent street downtown, and she had the best connections you could dream of.