Boy Scout Jamboree, 1985

Yup, I was there. Pitched a tent and all...hehe. Hurricane Bob paid us a visit. Coincidentally, I'd endure hell on earth LIVING with a Bob years later. But fuck him. These are about HAPPY memories. You see, I came across my Jamboree manila envelope, as part of my ongoing Life Organizing. Letter from mom. Many buttons and badges. And the daily Jamboree newspapers we'd get, which I ate up like it was the New York Times. HAD to have my morning paper. Just unreal that it was 21 years ago. All the newspaper pics of eager young scouters...who are now in their 30s!?! It was a random delight coming across this shit. We arrived at sunrise in Virginia. I must not have slept much on the bus...a night owl even at twelve. I recall the joy of eating breakfast at a Hardee's. To this day, I don't know that i've been to a Hardee's except that time. Fond memories.

High school reunion soon...15 years. Not sure I wanna go. I detested high school in general. NO burning need to see anyone. I mean, I don't even have a "crew" to go with. I'm not one of those annoying people with 10 high school buddies who remain super close in their 30s. Too fucking AMERICAN GRAFFITI for me. I relate to basically NONE of the rosy all-American remembrances of high school. My high school was one giant John Hughes cliche. Of course, The People Who Mattered would disagree vehemently with me. But...i've ALWAYS said (well, at least since I first heard the Sinead lyric, hmm, IN high school)...THEY LAUGH 'CAUSE THEY KNOW THEY'RE UNTOUCHABLE, NOT BECAUSE WHAT I SAID WAS WRONG. Of course, I DO look pretty good...all my hair, non-gray, in shape...could be fun to present 2006 Gary. Let's not forget my lacerating wit. I could just sit at the bar with a select 2 or 3, viciously cutting into all around me. Hmm, this could go either way.

Can someone tell Kanye West to go away? Perhaps more annoying than supremely overhyped him, though, are his idiot fans. Speaking of idiot fans, I love THE SOPRANOS, too. But, fellow citizens, it's a TV show. Not real life. People like Dipshit Roomie talking it up MONTHS ahead of time. I. DON'T. CARE. Jesus fucking Lord, people who recite lines from TV or movies (e.g., my roomie)...ASKING to be thrown down a fucking circular staircase. As I type this, Shakira's new video...I see her singular "jackhammer up rectum" dancing style continues. Good for her. And good for me...'twas a lovely Tuesday. Kept that new sweater from mom...wore it tonight. And stole a chunk of her Irish soda bread. Full moon outside at 3:05am...