it's all about you.
i spend so much time yammering about myself that i thought i'd talk about someone else today. specifically, some of you. here are some interesting tidbits for you to consider.
when we were remodeling the bathroom in new york and had been toiletless for a few days, cori took pity on me and invited me over for dinner. she and josh made delicious fried chicken, treated me like an honored guest, and generally made me forget the horribleness that waited for me back at the apartment. she might not have known at the time what a kindness she did me, but i was deeply grateful. she also once said "fuck" in front of my mother, and had the best wedding i've ever been to.
when i worked at suranet back in the pre-.com days, ed and i used to walk down to a nearby 7-11 every day for a big gulp. we consumed buckets and buckets of coke. ed's wife is an accountant, so from january to mid-april she spent most of her waking hours preparing taxes. when she wasn't available, ed would sometimes take me to orioles games so as not to waste their season tickets. and he would often come over and watch welcome back, kotter with me on friday nights. he was my very best pal in maryland.
i don't even know where to start with harold. through alphabetical chance, he and i sat next to each other in patsy musgrove's twelfth-grade ap english class, world literature. we spent three months studying the bible. harold and i entertained each other by drawing flip-book cartoons in the margins of our bibles — a stick figure robbing another at gunpoint. a stick figure being flattened by a falling safe. a stick figure dying, decomposing into the ground, and a cross rising in its place (which was then promptly flattened by aforementioned falling safe, in an uncredited cameo). harold wore the same pair of jeans every day one semester, just to see if anyone would notice. no one did.