Frederick Krueger:
Remembered
"Oh. Blake. You again. You frow up?"
I, like any "chunk" kid at a Catholic school, lamented my inability to be popular or accepted by the cool kids. No, I had to fracture my ankle and get pity popularity. But, that's another story. I'm here to set the record straight about my good friend, the kindly janitor Mr. Krueger. Fred Krueger.
The only janitor that wasn't a catholic, anti-contraception Healy family remainder, Fred was damn good at his job.
He cleaned up messes. Worked odd hours. Took pride in living within the boiler room. He was real nice to kids, lovin' on them and hugging them and such. I remember him licking photos of the students and putting them in his "personal" journal. Oh Fred! You card. Constantly brandishing his hilarious claw hands to the children, while carving new crosses and religious figures with it. Yeah, he was too cool. And he liked me. After he disappeared, he even let me borrow his striped shirt for a few years in high school! Up until I was too fat to wear it again.
"His hair was perfect. Awooo."
Anyways, Freddy one day decided to pull a stage left on me. I remember going home, telling my parents about how nice and emotional Fred was, and how he'd disappeared, and I got yelled at. A lot. My Dad's all like stay away from him! And my Mom's all like "stop looking at your Dad's nudey magazines! And I'm all like what?!
Anyways, Fred disappeared, and I never saw him again. Never said goodbye. Never thanked him for the Christmas shirt. It was sad. He was my only true friend.
"I'm trying to fix this thing!"
But, as a final thought, I have to say this. I'm right to say I never saw him again. That is, in person. But in my dreams. Well, it was actually a bit of a nightmare. It was quite sick actually. Disturbing, ya know. Just depreaved, nasty stuff. And Freddy was there! Weird huh?
In fact, it looked kinda something, like this:
- B.
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