Here's a game to play with yourself: try to name everyone from your eighth grade class. This is especially fun/necessary after a long night where you may or may not have lost some brain cells. We can rebuild.

I've hit a wall at 51 55 57 of the 63 kids I graduated with. All I have written down for number 44 is "sweaty hands". What is this guy's name? 1) He could make a fist and make sweat drip out of his hand onto the desks, 2) I ran into him when I was in Egypt, 3) I remember that he signed my yearbook, "You'll see me in the NBA."

This will plague me.


EDIT: It's Sharif!!

On the phone with a fellow alum.

"Did you name that guy... Will...
"Will ERWIN?? No! I forgot him."
"No, not that guy. That guy... you know, that guy who came in for the last semester of eighth grade? The one that shit himself?"



This is really only entertaining to me.