a story and conversation repository (est. 2000)

1987 ( 19 Years Old )

late in 1986 my mother moved from fort collins, colorado to saint louis, missouri in the name of a career change (as noted above). my father soon followed her, albeit to branson, missouri, to professionally play bluegrass music, an even more severe career adjustment. i was in the midst of my senior year in high school in a school district i'd spent twelve years attending. my folks were savvy and cool and stellar enough to let me stay to finish things out. this meant i lived alone in my parents four bedroom home for much of my senior year. a telling thing about me; i never had a party.

the closest i ever came to a social gala would be a small wednesday gathering i organized and dubbed 'bad movie night'. bad movie night consisted of me picking the most ridiculous-looking horror film i could find on the shelves of my local video house. then a few of my best friends would come over and we'd drink mr. pibb and messily eat microwave popcorn. i should confess that said 'best friends' only actually showed up about every other week. and that these best friends were rarely the same people. i guess we could call this another telling thing about me.

fortunately for me, i believe one of the most unfortunate events that can happen to an individual is that they peak too early. i in fact felt so strongly about this missive that from a young age i worked diligently to see that it didn't happen to me. and from the above few sentences i'd say i exceeded even my expectations.