well, where can one start. i know i generated a fair share of them.

fond ones, infamous ones. shitbirds at the top of our lungs from the likes of terhell, bull, hollenkamp, johnson, wilette n i. marc n troy deciding one morning that it was a good day to get outta school for some "real world" experience. only to drive by madame eggert knowing we "screwed". the first time i ever got drunk and face planted so hard at marcs. the bon ton, sandwich giant. angelos. all of us saying, "we're here to eat you braaaaaaaaaaaaaainns". how silly, now, but terribly funny back then. too this day i dont even know how i was elected class clown. ive never though of myself as funny, but more like a shock jock humorist. get in, get out. i love a good roast, a good laugh and impecible timing for jokes. thank you whoever voted me for that.

i had my fair share of noteriety as a classman as well. the time i told mr froehner to "suck my richard". or when dubois wouldnt let me use the hall pass so i said, "fine, ill piss in your trash can". pulling the "john bender" line from breakfast club on that overseer of athletic activities (whatever his name is) who grabbed me by the throat, "get your fcking hands off me". side note, i also got blamed for things like graphitti and "unexplained" shennanigans. ..getting expelled from school for a week because hollenkamp said we should bring fiesta collored condoms to the hockey game during sprolic week in 11th grade. where dubois swore she saw me make that remark when the gym was quiet. forget that she was like at the top of the bleachers and i was near the bottom, with my back toward her. i was sitting near john though. i took it like a man and did the time, and when i got back to school, even though he went with me and told the babbit, that indeed it was him, hollenkamp who actually made the statement( we knew they were out to get me), the school never appologized for giving me the week off. as if school vacation was unwelcome

a couple of years post high school i would learn from an english teacher who knew that, well, i was in a class destined for sloppy greatness. that the staff of our high school would talk amongst themselves with murmers of satanism, drug dealing. hell, i heard one about how i moved to florida to deal drugs with an uncle. i think my drug dealing uncle was in prison my whole life. except for a stint where he lived in sacremento. i never did drugs anyhow.

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. thanks to you all for making it fun

Rj

Yeah, but RJ.....Did you ever do that one thing? (You KNOW what will happen if you say WHAT!)