I've seen that everything is as it should now. My friends through out my childhood and highschool played their part in my story to mold me into the person that I am. I'm not saying anything light of them, like they're nothing, they do have stories of their own where I'm just a player. THE ULTIMATE PLAYER though. j/k.

But in highschool I mainly had a huge group of friends made up of Mike, Shane, Rick, Wayne, Nathaniel, and Forrest. Then there was the group that I mainly associated with. We were Y-PEZ. But we were a motely crew, none of us really matched, but it was perfect. We had the two quiet emmotional guys, the loud big guy, and the wierd goofy runt (yours truly). They were there to teach me morals and the basics of being able to hold conversations and intelligent relationships. After graduation though I've met a new crew. Amber, DJ, Tad, Christina, Rachel, Gimpy, Kim, Julia, Terry, Nathan and *sigh* Bubba. This is my new group of friends. While I'm pretty sure that the other members of Y-PEZ are now finding people more like themselves, I did as well. A goofy lot we are and how fun it is.

An example of this goofy nature is that of us going to Scandia last friday (we're going this friday too) but last friday was great. I had no idea that scandia was free except for when you actually want to go on the rides and walk through the seasonal maze. But right now, like every year 'round this time, there are monsters walking around the theme park, ready to leap out and scare someone. DJ, Gimpy, and I were running around killing our throats with our shrill screaming. But it was DJ and I and truly had a ball with the monsters in the thick fog. If it wasn't DJ hitting on a red skinned demon vixon, it would be the both of us dancing with the monsters and taking the time to teach them the time warp.
The scariest part though was that my "friends" thought it would be funny to tell every clown that we came across that I was afraid of them. oh joy. So this one gruesome looking short clown stood right up against me, her boobs pressing up against my chest. That's how I knew that the beast was a woman. That didn't make the ordeal any less frightning. Her rubber red nose (she was wearing a mask) was touching mine and she was making this hideous gargling breathing noise. It was horrible. The first few times I encountered her i just tried avoiding her or I would run. The last few times though I thought that she would easily get bored of me if I were to just stand there and grin as if I were having fun. Nope. She just stood there all evil like!

Well....besides telling you that all my new crew is going to dress like batman villians I've got no other new news except for this comic...

                                                                                               --------J.