I remember it like it was yesterday, July of 2003, the first band practice of my freshmen year, I met the stupidest son-of-a-bitch that it has ever been my displeasure no have known. As I entered the band room I walked through that door for the very first time and there he was, DUSTIN with that goofy-ass looking smile on his face, and that STUPID
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