if you read this, even if i don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. it can be anything you want, just so long as it happened. then post this to your journal. see what people remember about you....
For some reason the first thing that popped into my head once I saw the word memory was the time you guys played with us at Chesterton and you had food poisoning from a steak your had at your dads house... and you said "I can't believe I was even able to play any of our songs, I felt like I was going to throw up the whole time" or something along those lines... and another one is the first time I met you at John's house and Nancy Straka asked who you were... It was after you cut your long ass hair.
football in hobby lobby parking lot, bloody noses.. a lot, you going to FL and spending about an hour a night talking on the phone, american beauty and tigger haha, and thank you for being there for me during my situation with my dad.
driving home from michigan on 94 with doug, and you and kurt in the van behind us. throwing all types of shit at you. then kurt would turn off his lights and get right on my ass and scare the pyss outta me. then we'd stop off and change a few signs. "buy one perch soda" or "he wit alvin".
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BRING BACK THE LONG HAIR/BANDANDAAAAA, haha
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