In middle school, I was crazy about Marty Krueger. I couldn't get enough of him. I remember signing up for bowling (I hate bowling) just to get an extra hour with him.
Sure he had an attitude, but that was just Marty...always brutally honest. I remember praying that he would stop treating me like just "one of the boys."
One thing about Marty, although he'd hate to admit it, he loved his friends and strived to be a good son. He was beautiful.
We miss you Marty.
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