On Saturday we headed over to our friends' apartment to drop off a CD and videotape. No not that kind of videotape, Kuen is making a video montage thing of the girls for their birthday. Since we were there, Allan asked me to rummage through some boxes in their attic, crap that I dumped there about 5 or so years ago and forgot about. At first he didn't want to go up there with me because it's haunted, but he finally gave in as long as he could just stay by the door. It is pretty scary in there, it's straight out of some old movie where they find old newspaper clippings about some turn-of-the-century person who died there. Anyway, I picked up all my old textbooks, and found an old photo album with a bunch of pictures that made me laugh. Some goodies:
This is the first pic Geo and I ever took together, circa July 1996 when we of course were just buds. Tony, Abel and I had somehow ended up at Geo's basement room where we proceeded to get drunk and lifted. I think Geo was drunk and the rest of us were flying but naturally, I can't really remember. I do however remember taking a walk to the liquor store for some stoges and it felt like the longest block ever. Abel and I were WAY ahead of Geo and Tony and we couldn't figure out whether we were just walking really fast or they were just walking really slow. I also remember that once in the store, I kept checking my pager because that one song by Heltah Skeltah was popular (Operation Lockdown) and it had the Motorola page ring on it. I was so blunted that the pager would go off in the song, I would check my pager and see nothing and then realize it was the song... over and over. This happened like 18 times. By the way, the best part of this pic is me and Geo's matching wifebeaters and baggy blue jeans. I think it was a sign we both missed completely. And yes, I do look like a lesbian.
I like this picture because it's so incongruous. A classic Riss outfit while randomly in the middle of Nature. Mike J took it one day in early Spring of 99, when for some reason we decided to stop by Harriman State Park like it was some pub and we wanted a cold one.
Remember that story I told about Pat Garrity at the 1998 NBA Draft? I linked it but it's the one where I had to stall him because he was being traded and didn't know it and then some asshole reporter who knew he didn't know yet walked up and asked him how he felt about it. Here's a pic my friend Peter who still works for the NBA found in some Asian paper, taken right when it was happening. Garrity even still has his Milwaukee Bucks hat on. Notice the look of stress on my already-tired from a month of traveling face:
I'll go through the rest, pull some more out and scan them. Hopefully I won't lag too much. You should see them up in a few months or so.
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