The scrawny kid with bangs hanging down to his glasses shocks our high school with the best "robot" mime any of us have ever seen. Girls who have never given him a second look are now giving him at least thirds, thanks not only to his skill but also his use of Barry Manilow's "Time In New England".
Years after graduation, he's the sexy bad boy "lover" of my best friend, and he's showing off lean biceps in tank tops. I'm sure the boys in prison had loved him when he was sent there for arson of a popular local restaurant.
fresh-baked at 10:17 PMI have published a BLOG RESPONSE to this, my friend. A blogponse, as they say.
Offered by: Kyria on March 5, 2008 8:16 AMI can't always tell when you're writing fiction or real memories. Guess that's just part of the Jodi Mystique. (Or maybe I'm simply dense.)
Offered by: lattegirl on March 4, 2008 11:58 AMYour memories are so crisp!
Obviously, you neglected to smoke enough pot back in the day.
Everything I recall from high school could be compiled on two 3x5 cards.
