School Story:
Dropped out and came back with you guys but always felt at home with the Class of 88.
Playing baseball was great, but watching Mr T. cry when I dropped out has stuck with me for over 20 years. I can still see the dissapointment on his face. I regret not telling him I turned out OK.
Oh yeah in your chimney of friends please allow me to be a brick.
Oh I just thought of a bilble study at OUMC and the frank discussion of how we would rather not die before sex. My how nothing has changed, well at least for me that is. Except now it is one more time before instead of at least just one time. I will probably never grow up.
I just remembered that 20 years ago was a long time ago. I can grow facial hair now, I am 6'5" now and oh my god 325 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal. I have procreated and found matrimony twice. Lost both my parents. I have seen the world and never thought I would go further than Raleigh. I have had a job for almost 20 years in the same field. I have done a lot of things but one thing I did not do is, forget Oxford, Webb, and all the people that got me to leave and those who made me never want to leave. I still fondly drift back when times are rough and there you all are. Thank you for the start to me.
I remember cutting up a rabbit in anatomy class and scrambling a fetal pigs brain in biology and hating advanced math. Who would have thought my job ould take math for daily use.
