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Graduated from WSU in 1993 and started a commercial cleaning business
Moved from Lacey to the "bigtown" after college. (Olympia- Representin' Southside) Since then I really have done nothing to speak of except preparing for the reunion and developing a fairly good relationship with porn. We go hand in hand. I hope to someday open a frozen yogurt shop downtown and get MIP's when I make it big, but right now those plans are on hold. I've waited 20 years to find the future "Mrs. Right" at this reunion. I hope she has athletic children and they don't belong to another classmate. If they do, I hope they don't resemble their father(s), as I remember them.
This is going to be hard in 8000 characters. Let's see... in the winter of 1989 I developed a hankering for binge drinking. I decided that life without daily reminders of my inevitable success-ridden future, life would soon need to turn to a life of not even "middle-of-the-road" VODKA. Now let's fastforward to 2009......Life since house arrest started 12 years ago has been surprisingly good. You can save alot of money not eating out. I have missed out on alot, but the internet, sunflower seeds, and my faith have persevered. I take this classmate sign-in crap serious since I am assuming I need to do this so I can read about all of you when I'm done. I hope all of you opened up your hearts and left nothing out I need to call you on. I should be able to help out with the "where are they now" and the "are they still with us" parts of this madness as long as they get drunk in this town and/or arrested in this town on a weekly basis. I also read the obits every Sunday with my "A Day In The Life-1989" autographed yearbook spread wide open like the buttcheeks of our teaching staff awaiting the puckered lips of Rob, Batacan, Leahy, Clark, Bago, Greg Brown, Corbin, Mandy, Julee, Ferry, Gardner, Ian, Dalebout, Marti, Penn, Cathy Robinson, Ruth, Mackey,Schmitt, Suko,V-Dub, Worsing, and I can't forget Stickell to name a few off the top of my head. In other words if they're "no longer" with us, then either I should know or they're hiding it, which really pisses me off and I hope someday they pay for that shit. It's not funny, and in fact, it's that kind of selfishness that makes it impossible to have a perfect turnout. Actually, this isn't that hard...I still have 6146 characters left. I would have even more if I would erase what I am typing right now. (6054) So Cindy Krause dumped me at WSU, then I think I had a couple of serious relationships and I'm pretty sure they dumped me. Following that I had a 6 year relationship with a girl who I think I brought to the 10 year reunion and I'm damn sure she dumped me. In fact, so are my walls, my car antennae, my ego, my will to live, and my liver to name a few backers on that one. Now I live with a girl from a 2 or 3 or 4 or 6 or an "I don't know what the hell" year relationship who still lives with me but I'm not sure if we are still dating. Sometimes I'm not sure if we ever were, or if I still am as she's not, but if we're not, I'm going to take credit for the breakup. I'm also going to let those other guys who stop by "really have it." I think I'll keep her son though. He reminds me of myself pre-vodka days. (Kind of like a cross between Ben Spong and Marilyn Manson) You know, back when a case of beer would last at least until Eric Woffard could bootleg more for me at Uncle Dan's Grocery. Anyway, I'm not going to bring her to the reunion because at the 15 year pretend reunion, her and Sugarman got into a barroom brawl at the Viking. Come to think of it, he fights all my love interests, maybe that explains my committment to porn. Shit, now I'm starting to think about this. I've never been married, no kids, and as I talk to myself while staring into the reflection of this 3-Star Vodka bottle, I can't for the life of me figure this out. I even tried to get two of them pregnant, and I couldn't even figure that out. I'd lay there afterwards with this mesmerized look on my face like Leahy studying for the SAT's. Whatever, I'm a catch and my mom said so. If any of your significant others are jealous of you coming to the reunion, they should be. I'm going to start working out here on the 26th (after the 3 day weekend) and go tanning on Tuesdays. Then I will go jogging to the liquor store on Saturdays and go right before closing so I have to "push myself." By mid-June I'll jog to the one in Tumwater. By the reunion, I'll be on a first name basis with all liquor store employees from here to Bucoda. On Mondays and Thursdays I'll ride my bicycle to my morning AND evening AA meetings. You get the point. Anyway, whoever I hook up with (I don't even care if it's a guy at this point if he has an androgenous name-ie.Jamee, Jaymee, Jaime, Aaron,Bart) better understand that I mean business. My Parole Officer, (Matt Jerabeck) Relationship Therapist, (Dr. Robert Wigley) and my Priest, (Father Roy Munroe) all agree that this reunion will be just the answer to all my dreams. I can't lie, the pressure gets to me when I think about this changing not only my life, but the lucky victim on the other end of this. I don't need references, the proof is in the pudding. That's what the guys on the swim team told me in H.S. But I know there has to be one sufficient divorcee out there that just had bad timing or something. In any case, I'm finally ready. Whoever you are I promise I'll change this time. I'm a totally different person. I don't need booze or porn. I don't need to go out and return 4 days later with no memory of anything. I won't even beg for the morning quickie. Nope... Those days were left far behind. I'm running out of characters so if I could joke for a minute, I hope to see everyone who can make it and all is going well for everyone. If you can't make it, and you don't hate me, give me a call sometime. (Both of you) Actually, if you're coming in from out of town and haven't been here for awhile, here's directions to the reunion and if you have any questions you can give me a call:
Coming from Seattle:
Southbound I-5, get off at Lacey.
Go thru 1st roundabout to first light.
Sit there for 7 minutes even if your'e the only car at the light until the light turns because there are cameras to pay for the cameras.
Goto next roundabout and go straight. If you miss turn, goto next roundabout after the next redlight and turn right at the World renown Cabella's. Now you're off the freeway.
Go about 1/2 mile for about 45 minutes to next roundabout which will put you on a 2-lane road that should look familiar only you will ask yourself why there are not 6 lanes. O.K. Now you're on the right road and don't be confused by the same road changing names 11 times in the next mile.
After the next roundabout you will pass my house. Honk at this point and my cousin will come tell you directions from this point. You don't want to know from me...I'm from the South side of Olympia.
