Angie and I went to Junior High School together in Beverly Hills. During those awkward early teen years, she was quite skinny with long hair covering her face. Those trademark lips were barely visible. She was aloof, but nice to me because I was a relatively new kid and I didn’t have many friends.

At our graduation, my mom sat next to Angie’s father, Jon Voight. My mom was so excited about that even though I had no idea who he was (movie stars are generational).

I haven’t seen her since then because she went to a different high school.