I can remember...

-- doing a one-word email response to Wille every other day for about 2
months. we kept on going back and forth with one word responses. it was a
list of random and tangent relations.

-- going to the grease trucks with Frank 3:55 in the morning and only get
Fat Steve's cause they already turned the grill off. HOT SAUCE, ESPECIAL!!
"Hot and juicy, like wet p*ssy" is what Sammy always told me....

-- watching the Daily Show with Craig Kilborn at Wesley's house on summer
afternoons when we had nothing to do. We'd just sit there and chill.

-- always getting beat by woodbury everytime we played basketball.
GOD....i know i'm still better, but that height advantage killed me. we
played the mecca of all one-on-one bball games at Lou's house on a cold,
fall night. he wore a larry bird jersey (that barely fit him). we were
dead even and then he got up on me with 2 hook shots. unreal! he fell to
the ground from exhaustion, as you can see our breaths in the cold air.
when he stood back up, he sweat so much and had so much heat on him that
his jersey was etched on the cold ground of lou's driveway. it was a
really awesome time. (P.S. I SHOULD'VE WON ALL OUR GAMES!! I will still
play you anywhere and anytime, biotch!)