Ivan Simms:
CLASS OF 1969

Sequoia Elementary SchoolClass of 1969
Westminster, CA
Ivan's Story
I was Introduced to this "Classmates" Site Several years ago by a Dipshit Friend who thought he'd get his Kicks & Giggles at MY Expense by observing the Look on my face when he Showed me a NAME that he Knew would STILL Haunt me,,
And SO,
If my old friend should happen to see this commentary,
and has managed to Dry-Out , Sober-Up & Pull his head out of his A#S since I "BEAT Him to within an Inch of His Life,,All I Can Say is ,
"There is No need to Thank me for-it, since I'm sure that it was the LEAST I could do for my Best most Beloved Friend..
AND,
should he Ever Happen To Need some Help Dismounting his 'Hobbity-Horse again,
Then frankly he's Better-Off just Riding it Out till he dies of thirst or loneliness"
,!,,{*_*},,!,
However digressing to 'Classmates' though..
I Attended Sequoia School From the Time I was a 6 Year-Old Kindergartner Till Those Latter-Days as a 12 Year-Old Sixth-Grader.
And, as I recall I always had a Notorious Reputation as a Bit of an "Odd-Ball" & Was Never in Danger of getting Accused of Being Anything of a "Genius".
Ha!,,Quite The Contrary.
Since I was Often seen taking "The Walk of Death" to the Principal's Office , & It was nearly as often suggested by more than one or two Teachers, that if I "Didn't Straighten Up I Would NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING",,
HA!!,, What did THEY Know!?!...
Well...Actually ,, it's not as if they didn't Kind-o-Have a Point...
Since after all,,
between a 'Hitch' in the U.S. Navy after High School & drifting hither & yawn & everywhere else in the country for three or four decades, There WAS , the Small matters of Three Divorces,
( Four if I count the annulment but I won't if nobody else will),,
& Oh Yes!,, the Two Prison Terms,,
ONE of them a Homicide, (But for what it's worth he had it coming & nobody'll miss that POS Anyway),,,
& OH yea,, just in case anybody happens to be wondering what all that 'Smoke & Ash' in the Air from Sea to Sea is all about?...
It's probably just the 'residue of some 'Precautions' I'm often inclined to take while "Crossing Some Bridges" ahead of the Pursuit of my Life, Liberty & Happiness,,
lest it 'Bite me in the A#S for carelessly neglecting to Look over My Shoulder in time to 'See it Coming',,,
BUT,, Also for what it's worth , (Though I Felt kind of Creepy about it),,
After 40-plus Years of Dragging some Really Ragged-Baggage about it,,
I DID manage to track-down that aforementioned 'Namesake' of my earliest acknowledgment'
& Wow!,, Ain't Face Book a House of Cards?!?,,
Frankly it's my preferred however unqualified-opinion that only "Fools & Dipsticks that didn't get enough attention as Children" put their life on "Front Street" for all manner of A-Holes to gawk-at and make god-knows what kind of mischief with,,
But Ha! What would ' I ' Know,,
Since it wasn't such a bad idea after all,,
And perhaps , on a brighter-side That's what it's there for anyway.
Especially since after getting One look at the Picture & realizing that I'd never have been able recognize her if I didn't already know who "She." was.
Wow!
Totally Bloomed to the dimensions of a House that I would've never been able to afford at the best & especially the worst of times any way!
Thus upon clearing the Beer from my Nasal-Passages, I ultimately came to the conclusion that "She." is thankfully the apple of somebody else's Cares, Concerns & Give-a-Derns,
And all,
is just as well that ends well,
And,
a far-sight less 'Splendorous' under the influence of 'Grass'
than any anticlimactic conclusion to some poorly-written kid's-stuff drama in an old Natalie Wood movie!
So as long as "I'm OK"
then quite frankly I perfectly couldn't care less whether or not anybody else 'is OK'!
However in less cryptic inference, though seemingly no-less crazy,
I don't know WTF kind-o-'Weird-Bomb' exploded there,,
But the last time I saw the old Westminster Indian Village childhood stomping-grounds it was one hell-of-o-creepy Alternate-reality Twilight-Zone Version of itself!
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the world like everybody was hiding out amidst some-kind-o-high-alert Apocalyptic Def-Con Duck & Cover exercise & virtually Everything looking Time-warp-eerily the Same in a really odd kind of way.
Except for the Prison Fences around the schools & the all the frkn Bullet-holes!
Not to mention the indignity of getting jerked-up, cuffed & stuffed into the backseat of squad-cars by Zombie-Cops & viciously snarled at Four times in as many days,, Twice at gunpoint!
So I don't recommend taking any sentimental strolls down That particular memory-lane if you wanna stay healthy since it appears that they've upgraded "Walking around & Not Doing Anything" from what wasn't as much as a misdemeanor in that jurisdiction during mid 20th Century to a Felony in the 21st!
But if you happen to get caught at it, then don't waist your time being polite & calling them 'Sir' because that just pisses them off,,
The best alternative is to just borrow a page from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy & "Don't Panic".
Stay calm , Go-Limp & Snivel like bi*ch-slapped woosie and they probably won't shoot you as long as you can speak some Spanish & act Gay enough.
So in-spite of how disturbing it was to see the Japan tsunami up-close & personal, all-be-it from safe on a hillside, frankly I think I'll probably dance naked on a rooftop & celebrate the gloriously epic spectacle of California properly disposed of as it dumps itself into the sea with good riddance to bad rubbish for any sentiments I may have once had for that God Cursed Sh*thole!
I'm retired & living a sailor's wet-dream Expat-fashion in the Philippines Now, & it's a bit of a long story and kind of complicated how I ended up here on This side-o-the planet.
But there really isn't much I'm inclined to Miss about the Old Homeland,,
Ha!,, Least of All Rush-Hour Traffic,, Three-Strikes Laws , Political Correctness, cancel-culture ,
and especially the 'Overpriced, Overrated Adorably Confounding Complexities' of "American Women-Folk",,,
And,
since the U.S.A. obviously no longer has a 'Government by the consent of the Governed' I'll like as not squander what's left of the rest of my days in Political Refugee Status putting on a fake accent & pretending to be from somewhere else considering the embarrassing spectacle Americans are getting so famous for making of themselves in the news.
Frankly I haven't lived In the U.S. for so long I'm barely American and Stateside just isn't on my shrinking bucket-list of places to go & things to do any more,,
And,,
as for those Sequoia School-Teachers who's Forecast of MY fate was so ominously forthcoming?,,
I expect that most of THEM are DEAD by now.
But if any of them should happen still be breathing & look into this particular profile,,
Well,,,
THEY can all just Kiss my A$$ & Eat $h*T!!,,
After All,, as things turned out ,
in full view & in-spite everything, I'm Doing Quite WELL,,
and ironically, considering all the wasted efforts, I didn't even have to amount to a Fu#k'n Thing,!,,
And,
Since its easy to presume that nobody from the Sequoia Class of 1969 would would recognize another in a supermarket checkout line or seated next to anyone on a frkn Bus,
if any of you should happen to see & recognize Me of all the creatures great or small,
then frankly you should just look the other way & DON'T say a frkn word if you wanna stay healthy.
Because of all the things that I'm 'missing', and don't need to be reminded of, it's phantom pains where any Life, Limb & Presence of Mind may have once existed or originated in Sequoia.
'.
Thus & Hence & So in Conclusion,
as my last breath evaporates into oblivion
I shall consider a quite prayer
that a heavy door slam closed on that special place in hell for whomever the A#shole was that said that "it's better to have loved & lost"
since if there is anything I learned as a child attending Sequoia Elementary School worthy of remembering and wishing I could forget it's that I never had anything to lose in the first place.
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