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By technician (Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 10:52:28 AM EST) (all tags)
Friday is for fffffffuuuuuu

Eight or nine months ago I was emailed by a friend I went to highschool with, a woman who has seen her fair share of the worst of it, and she's still around and kicking though at times it is a fitful kick.  She related an embarrassing story from our collective past, one that could be out of a bad teen film.  She and I were in the same morning history class, and at the time (16 years of age), I didn't really sleep at night.  I'd get to sleep typically by 2am, and wake at 6am for the long, harrowing bus ride, usually with Walkman headphones firmly in place, loudly playing something, often something as pretentious as a 16 year old me, like say King Crimson.  I would normally doze off on the bus, head resting on a book bag that contained the contents of my locker, since each AP class gave book-related homework each night, resulting in eight to ten books to drag back and forth.  Sixty pounds at the worst.

Then first period, and I'd be in a daze for a bit, then sometimes start to doze off (which really made my history teacher quite angry, and he was the nicest guy in that school).  At the end of class, we'd have ten minutes or so to talk amongst ourselves about the stuff we'd learned, little bull sessions that would cover the days topics. I'd rouse for that, and we'd debate, fill in gaps, etc.  One day I got up to go somewhere...the restroom maybe...and because I am male, and was 16, and had literally just woken up, well, you know. My acid-washed 501s were tented.  Now, I knew this, and I thought I did a really great job of covering it up and staggering out to the hallway.  Figured no one had noticed, especially since I never heard a peep about it. 

Twenty years pass.

Ali tells me that she regularly gets together with a gaggle of women from that time, they play cards and get tipsy, a sort of 30-something canasta league with gin or tequila.  She tells them one day "I found $J, and he and I are emailing quite a bit!" and one of the women there says "Wait, was he the guy in Smith's class who got the boner?"

Twenty years on, all the horizons I've exited and entered, all the mass of action, and of course that's what they would know me for.  Thankfully the 20 year reunion has been canceled by Facebook.

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facebook is bad for that by clock (4.00 / 1) #1 Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 11:03:04 AM EST
it presents the opportunity for the postmortem examination of a person who is long dead and buried.  most of my facebook blather is with people from here or family.  well, my wife's family anyway.

i saw we bring back the acid washed jeans!  and jeans jackets with huge pink floyd patches on the back!

I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin

I had by technician (4.00 / 1) #2 Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 11:05:10 AM EST
the best jeans jacket...oversized, not acid washed or anything, but comfy as hell.  Had inside pockets that held smokes, lighter, walkman, and whatever improvised munitions I held that day.

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I never think to wear mine by georgeha (4.00 / 1) #3 Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 11:48:18 AM EST
it sits in the closet, unloved.

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The Teenage Tented Technicians by ad hoc (4.00 / 2) #4 Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 02:06:47 PM EST
That sounds like a good name for a band.
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Certainlly not terrible by technician (2.00 / 0) #6 Fri Jul 10, 2009 at 04:25:14 PM EST
but not something I'd prefer to be remembered for.

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