In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
I wasn't a vegetarian based on high principles or anything, but out of awareness of being a hypocrite. If I went fishing, I know I'm asking the fish not to bite my line. I could never go hunting. So as soon as I heard about vegetarianism,
my artist friend who was also a vegetarian [they roomed together, and were poor-- they'd tell girls they would cook them up dinner if they brought the vegetables], he wasn't
he thought I was the brave one, the tough one
he's the one who overheard in the lockerroom other people telling this guy I slapped, after he wouldn't stop bugging me-- "don't mess with him, don't bother with him, he's crazy."
he was always analyzing everything-- he said it was the way I held my head, that's what intimidated people
he did research. He worked in restaurants and food service and each time he learned how something was made -- like pie -- he'd stop eating it. And sausage, of course.
He'd find out something, and [tell people]. 'You like meat, yeah? I bet you like bacon, nice and crispy, mmm. Yeah. It'll kill you some day.'
he hated it when he was having a serious conversation with some girl and I would come in and start flirting right away and they'd get all giggly
he was a good artist too