February 23, 2003
Right about then, had any school official happened to look at my face, they would have been able to save themselves the trouble of the search, because I had the whole thing written right on my face. (And let me tell you how happy a lot of students were to have their lockers searched. Bye bye tobacco, booze and porn!) I felt a terrible sensation in my gut not unlike the feeling one gets when viewing a Steven Seagal movie; I wanted, on a cellular level, to die. I knew I was fucked; it was only a matter of time. And this was brought savagely home to me one moment later, when my friend Bill leaned in and whispered to me, “You’re my hero.” Because…oh yeah. Oh fuck. I had told people. Only two people at that point. But that was enough, and I knew it.That’s from the first of the three long posts that tell the whole story. Particularly recommended if, like me, you’re about 2.75 blog mentions of “Thomas Friedman” or “inspection process” away from losing it. [10:43 AM]There was really only one thing to do, I realized. I could still make things better. So I immediately drove down to the river and drank beer with the rest of the student body. Things, I knew, were just getting started, and there was still ample time for me to make everything massively worse. So I did.
Excellent story. The only reason I never did something that stupid in high school is because I was too stupid to think of it.
Oh dear. Thank you *so* much. I laughed out loud multiple times -- an outcome devoutly to be desired and so seldom obtained.
MKK
DUDE THERE IS A BOM ON THIS WEBSITE SO U BETTER GET OUT BFOR U R ALL KILT . . . ah, never mind. Thanks for the shout-out; this is a great site you have here. I'm glad to have found it, uh, via you finding me. Glavin.
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