Tuesday, February 08, 2005
jeremy freese, age 16...
...is seemingly depicted with eerie exactness in this cartoon by Sara Edward-Corbett. Much has changed since then about my self-concept since then--e.g., I no longer permit myself the delusion of suspecting myself a genius--even if less has changed about the purposes to which my various contemplations are put. But, wow, she even has the precociously receding hairline down. And my Lone Ranger sleeping mask.
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she's good. captures my youth, too, except i never thought i was a genius. and i have a widow's peak.
Holy Toledo! A Dennis Rodman/bestiality story, a JF crew in the mardis gras. I've been missing out on all the fun here.
Whoah, Dorotha! You and I must have had the same childhood because what you just described is EXACTLY what happened to me. Even the widow's peak!
-Henry
henry - do you remember, with utter humiliation, the time we got a nosebleed in third grade art class while we were wearing our white knickers? or the time in health class in high school when coach adams implied in front of the class that we wouldn't know anything about sex because we were too bookish? or how 'bout the time that we were invited to that birthday party because they other girls needed someone to play party tricks on?
Do I remember? Do ..*I*.. remember?! I'm looking into whether our parents ever went in together on a clone machine because this is uncanny. Un. Canny!
-Henry
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