My earliest memory of Chris was in Ms. Marinelli's art class in middle school.
Not exactly sure what grade - but we sat at the same table.
Chris, Jackson Brown, and Sam Krebs were always making glue people.
We looked like this:
Becoming friends in high school,
and good friends senior year.
An unlikely duo,
Christopher and I have become.
Pilot slash Marine Option.
Engineering for Visual Arts and Sciences.
Never reads this blog.
Writes this blog.
Throwing already dead moths into the pond.
No religious beliefs.
Latter Day Saint.
That 2012 isn't going to happen - wait - Chris believes that.
Sitting in the back of the hulk is better than the front.
We've had some unforgettable times;
The Harry Potter World adventures,
snorkeling at coral cove,
getting the cops called on us for the 'mysterious' vehicle,
talking with the workers at Islands,
figuring out all the secret passage ways in Hogwarts,
sneaking past mother alligators,
You're 19 brotha.
Cu-rah. Cu-rah. Mitin' chin.
[That's the Marine Option chant, I bet you didn't know that]
[You should probably write that down]