THAT DUDE WAS CRAZY
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Every school had one; that one guy who would do anything for attention. He was the life of the party, a class clown, the guy who was not afraid of anything. He was the guy who everyone liked but would always declare after saying his name, “That dude is crazy.”
Doug Fleming was our guy. Doug Fleming, “That dude was crazy.”
At the lunch table, Doug could be coaxed to eat an entire apple in one bite. Yes he would. He could jam an average sized apple into his mouth and chew it up stem, seeds and all, in one bite. “That dude was crazy.”
When streaking, a sixties fad of running naked across the football field at half-time, was popular, Doug was the guy doing it. “That dude was crazy.”
When the teacher called on him in class Doug would simply reply, “Shit man, I didn’t read that stuff.”
On his way to the office the entire class would whisper admiringly, “That dude is crazy.”
He was the first guy to sneak booze into a teen basement party. He was the first guy to discover the ganja. He was the first guy to snort bad stuff. “The dude was crazy.”
He wasn’t stupid, he was actually pretty smart. He got good grades with very little studying.
Doug was a lot of laughs. There was little that he wouldn’t do for a laugh. Doug was very popular even if everyone said “That dude is crazy.”
At our schools tenth reunion, Doug did not attend. Someone asked, “Hey, where is Doug Fleming? Remember Doug”?
“What, you didn’t hear? Doug had to be institutionalized. He flipped out in college. His roommate found him curled up in a corner of his room, naked bloody and mumbling to himself.
That dude was crazy!”
The preceding was fiction based on several kids I knew in high school and college…all of whom were described laughingly “As Crazy!”