NJ-Booth: The Reunion for Doctorate

Narrated account of a high-school 'reunion' experience of very 'odd' definition(s)!

A fable inspired by Grosse Pointe Blank (John Cusack). Thanks for reading, 

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I got invited to my 25-year high-school reunion but I'm not certain I can attend, since I've been working as a covert Interpol-office(s) relations agent of blood-diamonds infiltrations in British Columbia and Northern Ireland, mostly 'freelance-merc' work and took the field-alias 'Storm-Shadow' which rendered me quite unable to embrace the normal life and leaving me to remember the high-school experiences rather sentimentally, which is why I think I'll attend!

While enroute to my hometown in South Jersey (United States), I learned that an old classmate, a female student from my chess-club, now actually a big-time Broadway star (Christie Thomas!), is returning to the hometown also but is being stalked by one of the 'ghouls' in my work-line, a ruthless hitman employed by his baron-diamond investor who's tied to some Broadway production about blood-diamonds he doesn't want Ms. Thomas to show up for, leaving me with an intriguing 'chance' to blend two behavior-lines of activity and making me wonder if I'm to act as some 'double-agent' in South Jersey, maybe peruse a Facebook-page of an old-face I'd want to liken to another random Facebook-person I probably will never come across in Voorhees/NJ.

I remember my old days in South Jersey, when I participated in youth-league soccer, for an 'exciting-upstart' team called Fury which started out in like 7th place but rose to a 3rd place tourney-trophy after 'shocking' the 5th and 4th-ranked teams in a pool of teams worthy of 'legend' (at the time!), before succumbing to the 2nd place team in a 1-goal margin, an experience which nevertheless left me with a 'magical' view of life as a youth in the United States!

Today, I'm 'Storm-Shadow' (a diamonds-man) and learn much about Catholic-Protestant politics, North American underground gem-assessments tied to corruption of the overground Jewish gem-mercantile community in post-WWII Western civilization, and all this 'brooding' about the IQ of human/social politics/money has given me an incredible sense of target(s) but a poor sense of human bonding, which is why I'm taking my silencer (gun) home with me to see what's up with Ms. Thomas and her 'baron-threat scenario' while considering the real chance I might bury my silencer somewhere in California.

I'm a Christian-convert (Catholic!) by-faith, and I've got this awesome fascination with the mythology of 'faeries' (tiny winged humanoids of the forest with messages of warning/wisdom!) and think about fireflies in the summertime and wonder if I'm being 'duped' by one such 'bug' who's actually a humanoid-faerie too 'swift' for me to detect/expose/celebrate, and therefore I've kept my 'faerie-IQ' studies mostly a private-study, since, after all, most people wouldn't care if a 'Storm-Shadow' named 'character' would be intrigued by tiny winged humanoids of the Earth-forest, but it's nevertheless given me a 'miraculous' curiosity about nonviolence.

So, I attend my reunion and greet/meet Ms. Thomas (Christie) and whisper to her about her predicament of her being 'chased' by a baron's hitman because of her new Broadway 'diamond-production' and discreetly escort her to the hallway office in the midway-point of the ballroom-reunion 'event' (which is quite nice and has given us reunionites amazing buffet-foods like General's Chinese Chicken and coconut soup and Bloody-Marys) to 'lure' in the evil hitman who's followed her there and tell her to hide in the closet while I wait for him (with my silencer concealed in my pants), while the other Eastern reunionites are busy toasting to a night of awesome sanity.

The hitman (Evans) has indeed showed up to the reunion-event in South Jersey and is packing a hand-blade of bloody-murderous proportions and when he spots me giggling in the isolated hallway and overhears Ms. Thomas' chuckling voice decides to run towards me with his blade while yelling/commanding a surrender 'clause' and forcing me to shoot him twice in the chest and burn his body for evidence in the building basement incinerator/furnace, turning this man of Hell/blood-diamonds into permanent ash before driving frightened Christie home!

CHRISTIE: Do you need any money, old pal?
ME: Nah; I carry this kids' wallet, so you clearly see, I'm reliant for my own mind.

CHRISTIE: You're not frazzled by this 'secret' assassination, old buddy?
ME: Nah; I know you're not some silly loon who'll spill-beans about my 'nasty' dominion, Ms. Thomas.

CHRISTIE: Cool...thanks (again).

I drive Christie Thomas home and tell her thanks for the reunion memory of albeit dark-man proportion and remind her it was my 'simple pleasure' to come to her aid/rescue and compliment on her 'fine' suburbia-residence before taking my Ford Escape back to my Wingate (hotel) room where I turn on the news for any signs of the baron-hitman raising eyebrows somewhere between NY-NJ while reminiscing 'silently' about the quality architecture of the house/residence of Christie Thomas (my old high-school 'sweetheart') in Voorhees!

CHRISTIE THOMAS: I've worked in the media-world for some years now, and I might pass on the Broadway-role to another star.

That's the entire fable, good folks; I attended my reunion, and my reunion experience was a drawback into my old dominion life/world of diamond-hellmouth(s) which nevertheless gave me that 'magic'-chance to serve as a hometown 'secret' hero-man for Ms. Christie Thomas, an old schoolmate turned Broadway star, and all this makes me think, "High-school really was like some kind of 'religious' dollhouse for the stars."

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)