This weekend, going through some basement boxes, I realized I have saved way too much. I mean, I have saved WAY. TOO. MUCH. I found practically every paper I wrote during the 12 years of public school. I found many of the notebooks (maybe all!) that I filled in college. I am sure somewhere in another box are all the papers I wrote in grad school. The good thing was finding some classic pictures to post on Facebook at some point. (cue evil laugh)
Anyway, in that fabulous HS english class, I wrote a paper in 1984 speculating on what 1994 might look like. I had one fine imagination. At that point in my life, I didn't drink, do drugs or sniff glue. This fact worries me a bit, because it means I came up with this shit/stuff all by myself in my right mind. Need a few examples?
The paper was about a friend of mine (a HOT friend of mine at that) who was arrested for no reason and was going to be spending 3 days in room 133. "Rob cried, begged, and kissed the guard's unwashed feet until he was growing fungus on his lips, but the guards still carried him away." WTF?
What did they give him for lunch while they were blasting country music 24/7 in room 133? "a grilled cheese, peanut butter, marshmallow and avocado sandwich on rye bread, a glass of tomato juice and no dessert." I can see the no dessert being a huge tragedy for me, even today.
After leaving room 133, the judge "deported him to a jungle in Africa where he was to join a tribe and worship a head of lettuce."
You can all breathe a sigh of relief that 1994 was "in real life", nothing like I imagined!