The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
We spent a great deal of time with Stef’s family during the Summer of 98. One time in particular, we went out for the afternoon with Stef’s younger brother Alex and I bounced ideas for my senior project off the two of them. I’m sure they were interested for a little while and then they were not interested for an even greater while, because the truth is, I can’t fucking shut up when someone says they’re willing to listen to one of my crazy story ideas.
We spent a good deal of the afternoon at Fort Williams Park on Cape Elizabeth in Maine. It’s this great open place, right on the water. It has lots of benches and a fort of course and we just hung out and I rambled about ideas for The People Vs. Jesus Christ, most of which would never make it into the final version.
What’s interesting to note here is that it was the beginning of a rather cordial relationship between Alex and I. He really reminded me of a younger, somewhat cooler version of myself and I connected to him. I liked hanging out with him and I suppose, he being my girlfriend’s kid brother, I wasn’t supposed to.
And that’s about that.