Simon Palm was tall, athletic, with dark brown wavy hair and light brown eyes, a gorgeous young man by any measure. He often boasted that he could get "any chick anytime" he wanted and that "nothing bad could happen to him". Simon was on the track team, running the 800m, and captained the college Lacrosse team.
Aoife O'Graidy, Simon's girlfriend, was the typical Irish beauty. Slender and delicate, she had auburn hair and emerald green eyes to go with her glowing milk-white complexion. She moved with the easy grace of a fairy gliding over the waters. Wherever the pair went, they became the center of attention and attracted (envious) admiration.
Luca Brazzi* was Simon's best friend; he called him Brother Luke. He was big, frightfully muscular, and exuded physical strength. Luca was an assistant captain of the wrestling team. He had numerous relationships with girls from the campus that rarely lasted longer than a few months. His breakups were friendly and he sometimes returned to past girlfriends.
Simon cheated on Aoife constantly. It was casual hook-ups just for sex, limited to a few trysts. He had had waitresses, girls from his classes, and almost all of Aoife's girlfriends. Aoife was aware of his indiscretions, and he knew she knew, and she knew he knew she knew, but she was fine with it as he was always polite and thoughtful, bought her gifts, took her to parties, and on vacations.
This one evening, Simon dropped by Aoife's place and found her naked in bed and Luca in the shower. He went white and then red in the face, and couldn't speak for a moment, babbling, "You horrible, horrible whore, how could you do this to me?" Aoife pulled up the sheet to her neck and replied, "You cheated many times", to which he shouted, "But you fucked Brother Luke," and stormed out. Simon, in fury, drove to the Liquor store, bought a quart of Bourbon, and stopped in the parking lot behind the stadium. He sat wailing and drinking, crying and slapping his head with his fists. After a while, very drunk, he started to drive home. The car hit a post exiting the parking lot, but Simon accelerated down the street. At 4th and Oak, in front of the Community Foundation Building, he missed the turn and drove head-on into the wall. When the police arrived, they pronounced him dead at the scene at nine-oh-two PM.
I guess something bad can happen to anyone.
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* sometimes spelt Brasi
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