The theater teacher was a man named Tallant Jones. Everyone was convinced that he legally changed his first name but he insisted it was his given name. He was a total tool. Mr. Jones was a very odd man, and despite being married to a woman, had always struck me as someone who, to quote a line from Good Will Hunting - liked to ‘put from the rough.'
About 20 years after I graduated, I ran into Mr. Jones at the movie rental store. I casually shadowed him to be certain it was actually him. Heaven forbid that I would actually say hello.
I quietly waited behind him in line and then after he walked away, I boldly asked the clerk what he just rented. I half-expected the clerk to get all, “THAT INFORMATION IS CONFIDENTIAL” on me - but he was totally game, especially after I explained that he was my high school drama teacher.
I confided, “I mostly wanted to see if he just rented porn.” He hadn't and it wasn't.