Sigh. Memories.

One of my best friends in high school took it upon himself to write a single line on every page of my senior yearbook, a veritable list of memories. Here's some of them:

Getting slapped by ________ in the hall.

Getting slapped by ________ in World Geography.

Stephen King toasting you around the end for about 90 yards.

Twice.

Getting slapped by ________ in gym.

Farting with your back on the Dryden's floor.

You spending two years begging Coach to let us play with the cash registers instead of work in mechanical drawing class.

You spending two years begging Coach to let us look at yearbooks instead of work in mechanical drawing class.

Probability: science fair winner.

Gunning at the Chinn Dome.

That mystery girl from King William who kept calling you.

Kentucky Fried Chicken's 10-piece meal.

Super Paul and the hamburger incident. (Xmas note - sounds like a Paul Zindal novel)

You were right, we should've walked home from Lancaster after that game.

You somehow getting everybody to sign your disgusting shoes when they finally fell apart.

Running in the halls and singing American Pie

You making those stupid music rating charts in Study Hall.

That concoction we dared you to eat at Shoney's that for a second we thought had killed you.

Melvin spending the entire government class asking you "awwwwwwww, when you gonna git that pussy?"

You and Croc getting busted behind Sunnyside. Gee, you'd think your "I'm gonna go put the lawnmower away" alibi would be foolproof.

You trying to convince Mr. Saville you couldn't read in class because the air conditioning was broken.