Welcome to another awkward limp down memory lane.
This is my Redlands High School drama class, which had lots of hot girls.
That's me on the right. Nailed to the wall, I tell you. What you can't see is that my shirt has two giant skulls growing out of each other on it. Moments after this picture taken there was a dreadful fracas atween myself and one of the assistant principles, which ultimately resulted in an angry letter (from me to him) and a nice little chat outside my Spanish class. Good times.
O Matt, the depressive counter-culture honor-roll teen delinquent would-have-been of yesteryear... how glad I am that I met you after college!