The Day I Decided to Marry Leon Kreonstein

I think he put wood glue in his hair, because I'd never seen it not standing. In his free time, I gleaned from eavesdropping on the lunch lady and music professor, he was either a clown, a stripper, or their drug dealer.

He sat beside me in Music History. The class didn’t need to know the name of every keyboard model released from Prague in 1996, but he listed them anyway.

We had to collaborate on a class project, finally forcing us to interact. His first words to me were, “You look like a Roman goddess in a sack dress.”