Last night, friends told me that they grew up with the drummer from Kiss Chasey. It's one of those things, really, isn't it? You grow up with someone who later becomes famous, or at least gains a public image, maybe after they've set that classroom of children on fire. For me, it's the cyclist Brad McGee. I didn't know him, but he went to the same school as me, and was a year above. When he won gold medals in 1994, we were all forced to sit round in an assembly and listen to teachers tell us how good he was, while he stood behind them looking happy in his stuck up cyclist kind of way before claiming forward to tell us how important the school was to his wins, or some shitty thing like that.
I would've much preferred the child burner of a serial killer, y'know.
