Relax...its cool.

Hey Josh,

Man you really were always the nice guy. Like many folks from the highschool days my memory is super foggy, blurry, and I am sure tinted with what only can be described as nostalgia pink. But the vague memories I do have of you almost exclusively involve basketball.

Though I do seem to remember being a jerk to you at some point(s) and you always being like “hey, lets just chill out and have a good time.”. Which as anyone can imagine is an incredible rarity in the highschool environment. Most of the time when two HS guys get into a discussion of a heated nature there begins an escalation of words and volume. The volume goes up, the intelligence goes down, then at some point people start swinging. I am fairly certain that never happened between you and, which is amazing considering how much of a shithead I was (and in some regards still am) back in day. I can only assume this is because you had the foresight to know how stupid it was, looked for some defusing words, said them, and then my primitive teenage brain relaxed.

One of the visual cues I seem to think of when it comes to you is the slow-mo finger roll you used to do. I don’t know if anyone out there remembers Double Dribble from the NES, but in it there was an animated sequence before each dunk. It was basically three 8bit images of whoever it was doing the dunking accompanied by some kind of thunk-thump-slam noise. This is exactly how I remember your lay-up going. It always amazed me that it went in unblocked (which it did more often than not) and that it wasn’t travelling. I mean I watched, no travelling! But it had the appearance of like 4 steps, but it was completely legit. Bizarre, yet something you def want on your side.

In any case, today at this late hour you are getting the boot, but I am sure you are cool with it (as you always seem to be). You still live in town and I am going to keep an eye out for you. I have probably seen you out and about and been unsure, but from here on out if I think it is you I am just going to ask.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt