#50, Joey S.

Joey was a skinny guy with a smile always at the ready. He wore lots of denim, and was frequently drinking a bottle of beer. He was one of my sister's older, cool friends. When he found out that i had a typewriter, he was very intrigued. Seems he'd been writing a book, which i don't want to give out the real title of, just in case. But let's just say that it had something to do with termites, and i mean as main characters. He gave me his fat binder filled with pages, and i was to type it up in my spare time. i was a fast typer, even though i didn't (and still don't!) know the home keys, or how to type properly. The awful part is, i got through a good two-thirds of it, then things kind of fizzled between my sister and all of those guys, and i never saw him again, not even to return his binder. He had assured me that he had more copies, but i've felt guilty about it to this day. Eventually i came to terms with my own feelings about my conduct, and when i moved out of my third-to-last apartment, i ripped out all the pages and put them in the recycling bin, leaving the binder out on the sidewalk for giveaway. Wow, i'm an asshole. I'm really sorry, Joey. Hope that all worked out for you.