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Show 95 BODIES AND LANDSCAPE Chris I'd known Chris in one way or another most of my life because we were from the same neighborhood. We went to the same schools and sometimes we were in the same ward in church. Chris came from a devout family, the type that staples Republican philosophy on the back of The Pearl of Great Price. The Armstrongs had taken a family vacation to Kansas in their camper with a half-sheet draped across the back like a wedding banner with the hand-written words: "LIMBAUGH BAKESALE OR BUST." Chris grew up in shirts that said, "IF I COULD VOTE, I'D VOTE REPUBLICAN!" Though in our neighborhood it wasn't those shirts that doomed him to social failure. Chris was skinny, a trumpet player, and just socially unsubtle. He couldn't meet a girl without somewhere in his mind coming up with the assumption that he should stake out her schedule and meet her without warning just in case she was planning to blow off her next class to marry him instead. He started to do better for himself once he discovered alcohol and drags. And our squalid apartment was a step up from the first place he moved after his parents' house: a cot behind the couch at Brad and his sister's house where |