Hail, Holy Jos Smith

In highschool, when I was still madly in love with a girl--a madness that dragged on for seven years until I had my longest serious relationship with gorgeous and intelligent Ay.Ar--I never thought of Hitler as somebody incendiary. Sure, that's OA. Fine. Hot.

Hitler, my classmate since first year, loved to spruce up himself and his spic-and-span look stole the attention of the girls---away from his pimples. He mattered in school as his sisters did. They mattered in our town. His family name cannot not matter.

Last time I heard of him was last year. A friend told me that our Hitler already married his girlfriend. He came into my mind after I found from somewhere a list of young hot men who exactly reminded me of Hitler. Not because he was hot because I never thought of him as someone hot ever anyway, but because he was, and I guess he still is, a Man on a Mission.

Looking at the photos, I could only gasp and whisper: "Hail, Holy, Joseph Smith!"