She went Gothing with my other friends a few times...she could
look very sweet on the outside, but she could be such a devil sometimes.
She was someone who knew how to really have fun. We were always doing strange
things, like building giant noses out of sand on the beach, dressing up
in scarves and running down the street, screaming RAHEMA out of car windows
at people, having cookouts in her backyard as she was squirting a whole
quart of lighter fluid on the fire and flinging marshmellows at the back
of the neighbor's garage to see if they stick.Aaaah, the memories. Here's Jen showing us her buns.
Jen taught me the refined art of being silly. She laughed a lot, and made me laugh a lot. That's why it's hard for me to be sad about her. She was quite morbid sometimes, I remember she told me that she wanted to be buried in sap when she died. I advised her not to, because somebody might extract DNA from her and we'd have a JEN-assic park. She liked that idea. We used to get everyone at drama practice to make animal noises.We danced around in her room to Pretty Hate Machine with towels on our heads shaking maracas. And more times than I care to count, she'd make spaghetti and throw strands of it at the wall to see if it was done. I have to be silly on my own now, That's when I miss her most. But, I know my partner in crime is out there somewhere. We used to work at a donut shop together. I swore I'd never eat donuts again after that job. Well, I've broken my promise a few times, and I can't look at a donut without hearing her laugh at me. As the line goes in the original Crow : "If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them."