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Seeing Blue: The kcam story

Seeing Blue: The kcam story

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Published by kevanlee932
The chronicle of kcam's journey to Boise State fandom. Originally appeared on obnug.com.
The chronicle of kcam's journey to Boise State fandom. Originally appeared on obnug.com.

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  Written by kcam
Seeing Blue: The kcam story 
 Chapter I
grew up an orphan in the slums of Mumbai raised by a prostitute with a heart of gold. Hername was Khat and her most frequent customer was an American ex-
pat named “Whoover”
 with a nasty and prodigious heroin habit and the mien of a toad. In his opiate-induced haze,he would scream obscenities and ramble incoherently, constantly wailing mournfully, uttering two
mysterious words, “The Blue!” Or he would tear off all his clothes and gnash his teeth, muttering, "Hawk" or “Pete.” Due to the diligent English
tutoring of my protector, I was reasonably capable of understanding Wh
oover’s words, but not their meaning. Khat reassured me, “Don’t worry, it’s justsmack talk.”
  We came to understand that back in the U.S., Whoover had tried his hand at embezzling butgot caught with a cabal of three or four other crooks. He escaped the U.S. with his state-fundedretirement cash and somehow ended up in the exotic Sub Continent. I think it might have been theeasy access to all the heroin. Nevertheless, Khat turned out to not only be more literate than her
constant customer, but also a better thief as she would slip cash out of Whoover’s trousers each
meeting besides overcharging him for his 30-second session. After time, she had saved plenty enough to send me to the states for a proper university education. I was very thankful and eager toescape the slum, but Whoover said that if I were to go to the U.S. to school, I must attend a school
in a place he called “Moscow” in a distant state of “Idaho.” He assured me that I would feel right at
home there with the open sewers and even tantalized my teenaged imagination with tales of students
“flying” from upper story windows.
Intrigued I was,
but I simply could not shake Whoover’s constant incantation of “The Blue.”
 What did it mean?
 Chapter II
n time, Whoover stopped showing up. His absence coincided with the appearance of another
 American hick, Nolt. Nolt didn’t care for “chasing the dragon” but showed a keen affinity for
the bottle. He took up with Whoover, and they ended up spending a great deal of time
together. Nolt’s typical routine involved drinking himself comatose and dreaming of two wet tea
bags resting on his upper lip below his nose. Whoover began exhibiting a wry smile each and every day.Khat observed that I was getting restless and yearning to be free from the slum. She knew nothing, of course, about American colleges but as luck would have it, she had a distant relative wholived in the far-away place called Idaho. After contacting her cousin, he agreed to help me get settledin and hopefully get enrolled in a university there. I was most exhilarated at the thought, but I
obsessed over Whoover’s incessant words: The Blue. I knew I must find out for myself what these
meant. And so, my journey began. A journey of inquiry 
into myself and into what I could nothave known then: The Blue would come to fill my life in strange, mysterious and gratifying ways.But as all quests begin, one can never know the fateful twists that await. As I boarded the train to the coast, Khat counseled
me: “Sunrises and sunsets will guideyou.” These inscrutable words rang in my head as the train pulled out of the station.

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