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"Nah. I'm not drunk," he answered swaying a little.
One of the onlookers stepped forward
laughing, "Nah, he's not drunk. But he does have his jacket
on inside out."
"I do?" Steve looked down at himself
confused.
"I do!"
He removed his jacket, turned it
inside out and put it back on. "Now, iz okay."
Everyone laughed and Steve with
them.
"... now, you DO have it on inside out,"
I whispered. ... ["Pre Desitiny" by Mary Marckx] |
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"No, no." I was a little embarrassed.
I wondered who would pay for the shoes. This shop didn't look
so wealthy that it could give out shoes willy-nilly to any girl
some guy on the track team brought in.
"Are you sure this
is okay?" I whispered.
"Sure. I'm in here all the time."
"With a different girl every week, right?"
I was chuckling now.
He recovered fast. "No, just for
myself." He looked directly at me with that smug smile I was
beginning to know well.
"I go through a lot of shoes." ... ["Pre Desitiny" by Mary Marckx] |

Mary
(Monica Potter) and Pre (Billy Crudup) - beach
in Florence, Oregon
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His braggadocia
seemed a direct challenge. I jumped up to meet his eye.
"You can do anything? Really?"
"Anything," he answered with such supreme
confidence one had to wonder where this little, hick kid from
the Boondocks got his bravado.
"Can you fly a plane?" I shot back at
him.
All challenges vanquished
with ease. He obviously had played this scene may times.
"If I wanted to fly a plane, I could."
"Right," I said waiting for his next move.
"I could," he tossed the phrase out, as though
without thought. "All I'd do is read everything there is
about it, get every book. Maybe get the best to teach me
how. Then I'd take off." His hand jutted out suddenly
like a Sieg Heil. ... ["Pre Desitiny" by Mary Marckx] |
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Mary
wrote a book that has never been published.
Some of the
scenes in the movie were based on the book and Monica Potter used
the book to understand the relationship between the two of them.
Below
is the prologue from the book which will never go into print.
I told
Mary that people send emails to inquire about the book or messages
that they'd like forwarded.
Mary responded: "As
far as the website and forwarding e-mail, I would prefer
it if you ignored these requests. I no longer use my old
telephone number for the very reason that I really don't want
to be contacted by people asking about Steve. I've
moved on. I've got plenty going on in my life right now." |
Cover Designed by Jim Scheller |
Prologue
Memories come and go like the mists of time, like the ghost of
a thought, like the ghost in this story. In this ghost story,
however, there are no mansions on dark nights, no vapors in attics,
nor glowing-eyed demons peering from black corners. Yet,
there are as many moments of mystery as the Gothic tales of the
past.
This is the story of a famous young man, an athlete whose influence
went far beyond his physical prowess. This book is a compilation
of my memories of this man, Steve Prefontaine, who was for a number
of years, my boyfriend, my best friend. While writing this
book, I remembered some things about him as vividly as though
they had just occurred, rather than 20 years ago. I remembered
each exact word of things we said to each other. I remembered
every particular of some places we visited and what we did there.
Sometimes, however I couldn't recall both communications and scenes
in complete detail. In those situations, I took liberties
and combined places and conversations. I did remain as true
to the spirit of these events as I possibly could.
Although this is a love story, there will be no fairy tale ending.
This story begins and ends in death. It is about the contracts
we make with other humans, before, during and after life.
These are the bonds that are too strong even for life to break.
These are the promises that are not forgotten even in death.
This story is about my search for understanding of what these
promises entail, how to live with and fulfill them.
I am not an expert on the paranormal, neither am I psychic in
any sense more than each of us are about ourselves and those we
love. I had a lot of help in my search for the reason of
my haunting by Steve, as well as the meaning of my life.
If you are embarking on a similar quest, I recommend that you
look in the bibliography listed in the back of this book for assistance.
While I make no claims to know for certain what happens in the
afterlife, I am certain that this book is true -- my truth.
For everyone has their own truths, especially about how we see
other people, even the people we will love until the end of eternity.
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Mary E. Marckx |