As mentioned earlier, here’s a grip of photos from our 20-year reunion. It’s been a real trip to go through this stuff. These people represent a significant page of my youth. While people change, the memories of them remain as-is. Running into them twenty years later adds a whole new dimension not only to the Now, but the Then. I love ’em. [click to continue…]

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Making fun of bad punctuation since 2005. It’s “hilarious”.

Greeting us this morning at the bluff across from Angels Gate. Only somebody who would buy a case of watery domestic canned beer in the first place could do something so outlandishly assholesque. Dicks.

Going through a box of old schoolwork and came across this acrostic poem. Ha. I should do more of these.

And so I
Choose to take the
Really
Obvious
Solution
To the problem
I have
Cast upon myself.

Rolling hard in the Lightning Bolt teri-velour.

So last night was our 20-year reunion. It was about as trippy as you’d imagine. While some key people were missing (Hairball, where are you???), it was quite the entertaining dose of blasts from the pasts. From kindergarten buddies to the third-grade girlfriend to kids from the old neighborhood to the junior high hack circle dudes to a bunch of us from Calise’s Humanities class senior year to about half of us from the regular station wagon lunch crew. A load of pics are sitting on the camera waiting to be pulled off. (*Update*: here they are.)

Much of the evening’s a blur, with various memories scattered around my mind in far from organized fashion. One such memory consists of me being yanked out of my seat to walk up on stage to accept this:

Outside of discarding the Marty McFly haircut, I honestly don’t see much of a transformation. But hey, an award’s an award.

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