This is the story of my friend Kurt. I was the new kid in high school and I discovered that in a small town, it is difficult to break into social cliques. I was marginalized by the popular kids because my dad worked in a factory and I was from Chicago. One had to be in the right social circles. Somewhat ironic in a town of 8,000 after living in Chicago. One country club does not a social scene make.
The first student to approach me was Vicki, as she muttered in the library that they had no good books. She introduced me to her brother, who was a living doll, cute butt and very funny.