Surplus paraphernalia
I don’t like to have my picture taken. Went to my 10 year high school reunion last month and didn’t get in the group photo. Stood on the sidelines with fellow rebel zorexplusalpha while foxtrot_sierra and dead_caribou and the rest went up there. Maybe it’s just old high school habits. For instance, I wasn’t in my senior yearbook. I’d missed picture day, didn’t show for any of the club shots, didn’t even make it into the index. But I did get my picture taken by surprise by shkspr13 two weekends ago when he came through town on a visit. He said I’d finally become a member of the counterculture, what with my beard and army surplus store paraphernalia. You be the judge.
Notes: the reunion sucked. Poor turnout. I think MySpace has ruined people on in-person nostalgia and actual real live connections. Also, my brother is not abnormally, freakishly tall - he's just standing on a step on the sidewalk outside Katz's ("Never Klozes") Deli. I'm playing with a quarter, which I always do when I'm nervous.
Notes: the reunion sucked. Poor turnout. I think MySpace has ruined people on in-person nostalgia and actual real live connections. Also, my brother is not abnormally, freakishly tall - he's just standing on a step on the sidewalk outside Katz's ("Never Klozes") Deli. I'm playing with a quarter, which I always do when I'm nervous.