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Steve O School Days

By on March 14, 2015
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A few years ago I remember turning on the TV at a friend’s house. Still bleary eyed from the night before, I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. On MTV, a young guy called Steve-O was hanging from a cable over a crocodile pit, wearing only a jockstrap, with a piece of meat hanging out of it. His friends laughed hysterically on the sidelines as the over sized reptiles snapped at his feet. His raspy voice and weird gestures seemed really familiar. Then it hit me. It was Steve Glover, a kid I went to school with in London many years before. He was a year older than me but I remember him very well. Back then, he was just a jangly, awkward kid, always decked out in over sized skater clothes. He wasn’t what you would call popular. The ‘cool’ kids in his year weren’t skaters. They were the sons and daughters of rich bankers and middle eastern ex-patriates. I remember Steve trying to fit in, but never quite succeeding. He wasn’t a terribly confident guy, but he hid it by playing the daredevil. His year was filled with guys known for being elitist and hard on outsiders and Steve was no exception, but he kept trying. He was always getting in trouble for something: being late, smoking, pulling pranks, or not showing up at all. He was pretty athletic but mischievous. I remember him climbing over a wall into the principals back garden one time, a place strictly off limits to students. If you got locked out of your house, Steve would be the one to climb up and break in, no matter how dangerous it was. Again, the goal was to impress, to fit in.

One day, for whatever reason, an arrogant tough guy called him out for being a wise ass. During a lunch break, at a pre-determined time, he challenged Steve to a fight on the blacktop soccer pitch next to the school. I remember Steve getting pummeled and I felt sorry for him. He wasn’t a bad guy at all, just a bit lost. I remember him walking away in tears, with a bloody nose, a ripped shirt and his skateboard under his arm. He had no one backing him up that day.

As the years went on, I remember seeing him finally with a group of friends. I usually saw him in a headed sweatshirt, in the smoking pit, or walking out the back door of the school, ditching class. I’d be surprised if he looked back on those school days with fond memories. There was something quite charismatic about him, but he never looked comfortable. I would guess that his attention seeking was a way for him to stand out in an environment where he could just have easily disappeared. Whatever you can say about him, he’s being true to who he is… mischievous.

D.E

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4 Comments

  1. Kates Box

    October 27, 2012 at 11:39 pm

    This is sad, poor Steveo got beaten by a limie? Awwwww! Cuddles!

  2. Rickybob

    November 4, 2012 at 9:13 pm

    Whatever happened to him as kid, bullied or attention seeker, did make him what he is, and he is something special.

  3. Gold Woody

    November 2, 2014 at 2:22 pm

    Steve O’s response to Goldwoody’s article on his FB page

    Steve-O The general jist of it is very accurate, but the details are wrong. I’d be the first to admit if I was beaten up in high school (I was beaten up at a different school in Toronto, during 8th grade). Still, certainly an interesting little bit of writing, I’m not mad at it at all.

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