Yesterday, I had a very shocking experience. I opened up my wallet and took a look at this tiny little piece of paper. It contained a cartoon of me that was drawn by a girl named Katie Fusco.
I had not thought much of this drawing when I was given it. Being polite and appreciating her talent, I decided to keep it with me. Sometimes I had taken peeks at it, but again I had thought very little of it until yesterday, when I looked at the date on the back. This was drawn 5 years ago. I am amazed that it has continued to survive in spite of the years of abuse I have subjected my wallet to.
Katie Fusco was a coworker I kind of liked. For around 3 years, I was an employee at Hannaford supermarket in the town of Pawling, NY. I was a cashier and clerk – a job where I would maintain the recycling room and organize shopping carts. Katie joined our team temporarily and we had many conversations. I didn’t know what to make of her, but there was something about her that was lower class; I believe, for example I remember that she smoked.
She was, of course, an artist and there were always cartoons taped to her register that she had drawn on receipt and coupon paper. Other than that, there is very little, besides her appearance and way of speaking that I remember. However, there is one memory from our time together that sticks out.
I remember that there was one day where it was raining, like really hard – some kind of storm or sun shower. And it was a day where there were so many customers that we had to be very serious about putting the shopping carts in order. I remember that Katie was out there with me, and while I believe I was told that I didn’t have to go out there (because of the rain), I enjoyed bracing the storm because it made me feel alive. As we were getting soaked out there, I remember that at one point, she stopped, looked directly at me, and smiled.
So, because I had realized how long ago this was, I decided to see what she was up to. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a girlfriend. I thought I would show her the drawing and be like “I still have it after all these years!” etc. I went on google and started typing ‘Katie Fusco,’ ‘Katie Frisco’ (the name was hard to read), on Instagram and Facebook, but didn’t really find anything. I then typed in ‘Katie Fusco artist.’
But then I found this:
I don’t know how to feel about this. It’s so crazy that I knew her right before this happened. It’s even crazier that I thought about asking her out.
Next weekend I will be returning home from Pittsburgh to Pawling. My lease is up, and I need to temporarily stay with my parents before I move out to Scranton with our forum’s good friend Roq. I’m going to visit her grave in Dover Plains. I thought about returning the drawing to her family, but they basically supported the marriage, so I think I’ll just keep it.
She was a pretty girl. Such a shame.
I seem to come into contact with so many damaged people. I’m sure someone will say that it’s because I’m not religious, but maybe it’s just because people don’t really notice. I’m very sensitive and I pay close attention to people; I see tragedy everywhere. People losing their sanity, destroying their health, transforming into monsters…