Category: The Reliquary
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My Apocrypha 6: The Connected Guy
I didn’t go to my Senior prom. I felt trapped by Mary into going with her and I couldn’t make myself do it. Prom night I spent at Harvard’s house playing Dungeons and Dragons and stick fighting. After the game, we turned off every light in his house and hid. He stayed downstairs with Brett…
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My Apocrypha 5: No, You Do Not Wanna Do That
So imagine what it’s like to be my niece or my nephew. First of all, I love them all dearly. They mean the world to me. And usually, as a kid, they’re apathetic to me. You have to be a little sophisticated in order to truly appreciate my level of chaos. The magic number is…
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My Apocrypha 4: Urinate and Defecate
It’s hard for me to explain the effect it has on the house when a child has been molested and the authorities have been called. I’m talking about the effect on the house, not the effect on the person who made the call, or the child who’s been hurt. It’s the rest of the house.…
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My Apocrypha 3: Jasmine’s Scarf
This is the story of a broken girl crumbling. This is the story of a single garment. This is a story about Ronin, I guess, and a driveway. This is a story of the Waynesville High School Mafia. The Mafia was started by accident, I guess. A slip of the tongue made by an, at…
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My Apocrypha 2: Goof on the Roof
Goof on the Roof was a Waynesville-St. Robert phenomenon. I’m not sure how many of you people remember this, you people who were there in ’89. It was in the paper, in the ads. There was commercial time bought from the radio station, KJPW. They played country, country & western, and me and Less always…
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My Apocrypha 1: Intro
Well, we haven’t done one in a while, so we’re going to do another blog blast. Here are some lost stories, violent, beautiful, and at times, hilarious, about things that happened in my life that don’t really fit in any category. I will be releasing one a day at 8:00 p.m. until they’re done. Now…
Jesse Teller 