Archive for December, 2012

Class of 1993

I’m pretty sure Mike is thinking, ”I will BURN this shirt as soon as I get home.”

It’s funny now to think about celebrating high school graduation like some great accomplishment.

Also, it’s funny what one could get away with wearing for shorts in 1993. In our defense, we’d been swimming. I have no excuse for the shirts, except to say, ”Screw you. Those were awesome.”

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Best bully

Whenever I think of my middle-school years (which, not surprisingly, isn’t all that often) I remember Pete, Mike, Scott, and hanging out constantly. Which is kind of funny, considering that I was actually kind of a bully back then.

In sixth grade, for example, I did absolutely ludicrous things in Mr Chavez’s ”Employment Orientation” class – an incredibly useful class which dutifully prepared young P’burgers for aspiring careers in carpentry, masonry, and wire splicing – and constantly blamed them on Pete. I claimed I knew how to solder, and after melting an entire spool of it onto the floor, I claimed that Pete wasn’t doing his part right. While building a brick wall, I threw mortar everywhere and told the teacher that it was Pete’s job to clean it up. I nearly set my block of wood on fire while drilling a hole into it, and then subsequently did the same to Pete’s, somehow managing to get him in trouble for smoking the class out.

For his part, Pete sat directly behind me, and egged me on. When I got yelled at for putting my feet on the desk, not finishing my work, or causing some minor catastrophe, Pete was always there to whisper in my ear: you gonna take that?

No. No, I wasn’t. …which got me into considerably more trouble. But I made an amazing friend in the process.

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In recent years, Pete and I didn’t ”exchange gifts” so much as ”buy awesome crap without regard for price, and then give it to each other.” It was like an arms race of Christmas gifts more than anything else. And frankly, he almost always won. He’d plan for weeks, having shirts printed up, or ordering signed original comic art. Some truly cool stuff, most often wrapped in horribly offensive paper.

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