where to start. michael and i grew up together, he was the other white kid in the neighborhood near the reservation. he was so... cool as a kid. i will confess to having a crush on him forever, or at least as long as i can remember. he was the older boy, the one that caused the trouble and kept everything interesting for us as a child. he always had new ideas and games for us to play, things to do to keep us in trouble while we were staying out of trouble. michael was the one i would have followed anywhere. but then, i left with my mama. and i never saw him again, not even on the last day that i was in the west, he just, didn't come to say goodbye. i guess that made it harder for me to forget him. when i got to the east, i always asked lia about him in my letters, but i never got any answers to my questions. and then jason came along and most thoughts of michael just disappeared. well mostly. he was still there somewhere in the back of my head and the hole in my heart. i guess that's what made it so exciting to go back west, hoping he would still be there. but i never saw him until i got into the wrestling. lia talked about him then, telling me that he was still aroudn and one of the most feared wrestlers in the organization, so i started watching, even closer now. he was the other reason that i called Mr. KoolWhip back about that job. what a wonderful way to get back in touch with my childhood crush, but to give him reason to see me. everything was working out well, until michael's sister popped into the picture. then, everything just died. and for now, no matter what i try to do, i don't think i'll ever ever win michael aulton's heart back.
