Years ago I wrote buy one of my first-ever friends,
Mark Braxton:
“Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuff!” My first
friend ever, we met on the afternoon kindergarten bus. One of the most
amazing facts about Mark was that from grades K-6, he had the exact same Happy Days lunchbox. Every year our metal lunch boxes would get
pummeled by older kids who thought they were being “funny”; getting a
new lunch box every year became a back to school ritual. Like shopping
for school clothes, or rape. Not for Mark. Somehow, god knows how, his
lasted all those years. Will never forget that lunch box. In high
school during study hall he helped out the office, going round picking
up attendance cards from each class, and by the third day of class the
teachers were trained to not fight it, but simply pause the lesson
whenever he’d stick his head in the door and be treated to a class-wide
chorus of “BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFF!!!” As he
worked his way towards your class the noise would get louder, you’d get
excited, then after he came to your class you could hear it get quieter
with each room further away. A veritable Doppler orgasm, now that I
think of it.
So you can imagine when I saw this on Twitter!
...but it turns out no, it wasn't him. Oh well.
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