quick memory

a few days after we first met
you told me
about the time your friend stole a girl's wheelchair
(he was drunk)
and how he wrecked it, and how she
pressed charges
and how you ended up not being allowed to live on campus
anymore. But you still got to go to our college
without being expelled.

this story didn't change my perception of you
though it probably should have
instead, it was only when you paid attention to my friend
instead of me (that never happens)
that I gave up on you. I wasn't hurt,
just surprised.

I hope at least that
you did something fun with the wheelchair
before your friend wrecked it.
Since we've all graduated,
it's a funny story now, right?