Stay (I Missed You)April 5th, 2007 @ 7:01 am
I got an e-mail from a friend yesterday. I hadn’t heard from her in over a year. She lives in my parent’s town and gave me the run down on what all the locals are up to. Apparently what they are up to is a lot of drugs.
We’ve all heard how meth is the plaque of the American small town. And I’m from a small town. Hence, rabid meth usage. She went a step more and sent me the URL to the local sheriff’s department website. But not only that, she sent me the super secret password so that you can log on and see everybody who has ever been arrested.
My friend was all; this is like crack. You’re gonna love looking people up! I logged on the website and my mind went blank. Who was I going to look up? Who did I know that would be doing drugs and getting arrested? Nobody, that’s who.
I sat at my laptop and thought for a while about who I could do a search for. Who would I know that might possibly have been arrested? I looked for any members of my family. Of course, I didn’t find anything on them.
I looked up some people from the town that I knew had a record. That wasn’t that exciting, as it wasn’t news to me. I looked up my friend, who sent me the link, and found her awesome mug shot. She was the only person wearing lipstick. You could tell she was on her way to a party!
I sat some more, just thinking, who could I look up? It’s been almost 14 years since I graduated from high school and almost 7 years since I moved to Seattle. To be honest, I can’t remember the names of most of the kids I knew back then.
I did remember the name of the boy that was 2 years younger then me and lived across the street from my best friend Marci. He and I used to make out all the time, even though we never talked to each other at school. (He was a sophomore and I was a senior. It was against high school code to speak to each other.)
I looked him up on the sheriff’s website, and sure enough, there he was. There were almost 10 different arrest records for him. That’s about 8 more then I expected to find. In each mug shot he was a little dirtier, a little edgier. Each description told of a new tattoo and more track marks on his arms. It was hard for me to see what he looked like now and remember the little 16 year old that I used to make out with in the dark and lie to my parents and friends about (dude, he was not cool. I could not admit to kissing him as much as I did, even though I liked him).
Thinking about this boy made me remember back to my high school boyfriend. Dweezil (clearly not his real name) lived a few towns away and didn’t go to my school. He was dreamy. Dreamy with a capital “D“. I loved him, but thought I was too smart to be in love with him. I really don’t think I ever fully appreciated what a great guy he was. (Plus, did I mention he was hott? The boy had the best hair ever. And muscles? Well let’s just say he had them.)
Dweezil and I broke up at the end of our senior year and it was hard on me. We managed to stay in touch over the years, which was even harder for me. He and my mom had been close, so he stayed more in contact with her. I heard from him a few times a year. He called me and told me when he met the girl he would later marry. He came to my wedding, he invited me to his. Last I had heard he and his (Canadian) wife had moved to Toronto and had a few kids.
You see where this is going, right?
I looked up Dweezil on the sheriff’s website. Just to see. Just because his name was a name I remembered.
And there he was. All 3 of his arrests.
Apparently he no longer lives in Canada. And is no longer the sweet and innocent boy who won my 17 year old heart.
Saying I was shocked to have found this is an understatement. I would have been less shocked to have seen my Dad’s mug shot. Dweezi’s first two arrests were (non alcohol related) driving on a suspended license charge. The third one was for burglary. Burglary, people. He was let out on $10,000 bail, paid for by his wife.
I know it’s been 14 years and a lot can happen in 14 years. A lot has happened to me in those years.
But tell me, how does someone go from this 18 year old boy, all snuggled up to his (dumbbell) girlfriend:
To this, being arrested for burglary:
(At least he still has good hair.)
Back in the day
MK
said,
April 5, 2007 at 5:46 pm
LOL… I was thinking at least he had good hair before i saw your commenet! Too funny! Dr. McDreamy hair!!!
Oh that would shock me too about my HS boyfreinds. I still work in the town I grew up in and meth hasn;t taken over, but so many are still drinking alot!
Rachel
said,
April 5, 2007 at 5:48 pm
It is so incredibly sad what drugs can and will do to you. So sad. And, it’s hard to believe that people you used to know end up using them. People you would never expect it from.
One of the stars of my high school football team got into meth and crack shortly after high school. He was not the type you would expect it from. He eventually cleaned up after a few years of doing it, but it was too late. He died last year or the year before of heart problems due to the drug abuse. He was in his mid-twenties.
It is sad. I hope I NEVER have to deal with any of my friends or family or my kids doing drugs. EVER!
HollowSquirrel
said,
April 5, 2007 at 6:01 pm
Oh that is so sad. I’m sorry for him taking the wrong wrong path. People want the easy way to $$ these days, it seems, and when they can’t get there, drugs are the easy answer. I’m guessing McDreamy has some issues in that arena, too. I’m sorry!
Operation Pink Herring
said,
April 5, 2007 at 6:03 pm
Before I scrolled all the way down, the first thing I thought when I saw his mug shot was, “wow, he really does have great hair”.
I don’t think I’d even want to look up who’s been arrested from my hometown. I can pretty much just assume that everyone that’s still there has gone downhill… which sounds so elitist of me, but that’s the type of town it is. The people who don’t ever leave, even for a year or two, are all druggies and baby mamas and just all around losers. I know, because I have MySpace. And one girl posts pictures of herself dressed like a hooker (to put it nicely), posing next to the jukebox in a sleazy bar as her picture. She looks about 40 years old from all the makeup and drugs and smoking, even though she’s 25. Another guy has a lot of pictures of his crappy motorcycles. Another one runs a daycare (according to her site, I hope it’s not really true) and has a pimped out page that features a joints dancing around the stage, lots of “420s” in the comments, and “Blazin” is the status that means she’s online. She reminds me of the L&O episode where the chick is running a meth lab in her in-home daycare (you know the one I mean, with the hot young detective assisting Ice-T).
Home, sweet hom.
Emily
said,
April 5, 2007 at 6:32 pm
Strangely enough I think that guy looks pretty hot in the mug shot. Too bad about that burglary thing.
Bunny
said,
April 5, 2007 at 6:39 pm
Dude, that could be Patrick Dempsey’s bad mug shot. You should sell it with the blacked out eyes to the tabloids and make a few bucks!
anne nahm
said,
April 5, 2007 at 6:55 pm
Ha! Best Jail Hair ever. It is strange how in High School, everyone is waiting to see who will make their class famous and who will really make their mark. By the time 20 year reunion comes around, mostly ‘making it’ includes staying alive. *Sigh*
Molly
said,
April 5, 2007 at 8:25 pm
If you have to be arrested three times with your mug shot posted on your high school girlfriend’s website, at least you should have Patrick Dempsey hair going on. Which he does, a little.
I’d love to look people up. Although the high school thing might not be quite as fun for me since my high school was all girls. Boys tend to get into more trouble, I think?
Julie
said,
April 5, 2007 at 8:43 pm
Not to be repetitious, he does have amazing hair - first thing I noticed. Just be glad all you two had was a high school romance - or else you might be $10,000 poorer now. How fun, but yet scary, to have the super secret password at your disposal. I wish there was a site like that for people I work with - I think there are some questionable folk around.
sbukophile
said,
April 5, 2007 at 10:01 pm
Ok, I’m so rehashing what everyone else said, but he seriously looks just like McDreamy in the mug shot! That was my first thought!
Chas
said,
April 5, 2007 at 10:16 pm
Oh man..he really does have great hair! It’s too bad he didn’t stay on track…maybe it was that damn Canadian wife
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metalia
said,
April 6, 2007 at 4:06 am
This was sad, but thank you for pointing out his awesome hair so that the story ended on a (somewhat) happy note. With hair like that, why did he turn to a life of crime?! Shampoo commercials, dude!
(Also? Operation Pink Herring, I totally remember that L&O episode!)
Lisa B
said,
April 6, 2007 at 5:42 am
Oh man. Yeah, who needs coffee to keep you awake the entire day when you find out info like THAT. So sorry to hear that. Wow. He DID have super great hair.
P.S. You look SO CUTE in your photo.
meritt
said,
April 6, 2007 at 1:21 pm
It’s already been said, but in the mug shot with his eyes blocked out he looks JUST like Dr. Dreamy.
:)
Frema
said,
April 6, 2007 at 2:05 pm
Oh, this is too tragic. I don’t even want to think about the trouble my very first boyfriend (Nick) has been in since we stopped dating. He was already a pot head and unemployed loaf who was not above charging expensive things on his mother’s credit card behind her back. Definitely her pride and joy!
And yes, your jail-friendly ex is quite the hottie!
Kelly
said,
April 6, 2007 at 2:25 pm
Yikes, it is scary to think of the paths that our lives take… paths that sometimes lead us to very dark places.
On a lighter note, I totally thought the guy in the mug shot was Patrick Dempsey when I scrolled down. GO Isabel… scoring a hottie!
Um, back when he was a decent, law abiding hottie.
Lizzy
said,
April 6, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Wow, that is some great hair!
I can only wonder the HOURS of fascination and entertainment such a website would bring to me.
And I wonder what MY first boyfriend is up to? Probably nothing, he was painfully boring and law-abiding. But nice as can be.
The better bet would be HIM looking up ME. Although my record is equally boring (skinny dipping in Walden Pond; suspended license).
-R-
said,
April 6, 2007 at 4:49 pm
My husband and his sister both have jobs where they can access similar information. So when they get together, a lot of conversations are about who from their hometown was recently arrested. Good times. But I bet none of the people they talk about have hair as great as your high school boyfriend!
Emily
said,
April 6, 2007 at 5:59 pm
Hey Isabel….my prom post is finally up!
Carrisa
said,
April 6, 2007 at 7:46 pm
King Friday?
angela
said,
April 7, 2007 at 6:59 pm
That’s bizarre that you can just look up all that stuff on people. It feels to me like looking up ex-classmates on Myspace or something.
TV Goddess
said,
April 9, 2007 at 8:54 pm
This makes me sad. That people drift out of our lives and sometimes change SO much. Sniffle.
Jill
said,
April 9, 2007 at 11:14 pm
You need to send me that super secret code!! You used to be able to get on that site without it. Now you can’t. My hubby’s brother has quite the record and it is a good way to check up on him, because most of the time we have no clue where he even is.
Marriage-101
said,
April 12, 2007 at 8:59 pm
No offense to The King, but he still looks pretty dreamy. At least, from what I can tell by The Hair. But burglary? Oh, so sad.
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