![]() ![]() ![]() I had tried writing a poem once, a few days, or a week, or maybe even a month before I was shown Silence of the Heart, an early starring vehicle for Charlie Sheen, which was released the same year as Red Dawn, a movie I loved when I was a kid, probably because I secretly loved the fantasy of not having to live in my home anymore but also missing my home and fighting to get it back. But I also didn’t think I would live past 18, so, you know. By this time, I had no intention of doing anything with my remaining time on Earth other than becoming a professional skateboarder, which I didn’t really think I would manage to do. I was in the 10 th grade, had just turned 15, and had given up on life five years previously. Probably because it was about a teen who kills himself, some adult, probably a teacher, at Aloha High School in Aloha, Oregon, thought it would be a good idea to show the 1984 made-for-television drama, Silence of the Heart, to us students, us teens, probably most of us at least a little sad, and some of us, me, at least, depressed, on October 25th, 1990, the 590th anniversary of the death of Chaucer. ![]()
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