This story is dedicated to Drksideofthemoon, a master storyteller who has had a positive influence on my life and writing. * “What are you getting for Valentine’s Day, Moondog??” The strident tone of Eddie Kovich’s voice cut across the cafteria tables like a sharp knife. His cronies, Frank Urbant and Marvin Koos grinned in phony admiration. Only Scott Thunem, a relative newcomer to the group of nineteen year olds was silent, staring helplessly at the Down Syndrome teenager sitting alone by a table right next to them. “A kit in da ass!” Moondog’s voice was a grating screech, akin to chalk being dragged down a chalkboard. Frank and Marvin laughed…