|Rusty Rice, Brian Shoemaker and Tommy Lieberman (in back) kidnapping me on my 18th birthday.|
|Kevin Noland and Sam with me on Graduation Day.|
|When I finished Basic Training, I gave Eric some pointers in applying camouflage. The broken wrist is self-taught.|
|Sam and I kickin it at Hanauma Bay. In the background are Cissy & Jon Barrett and Russ Duchaney.|
Of course, Jon, being an asshole, isn't really a friend per se. But he had a cute wife, so photos were taken.
|Another Haunauma shot. Russ, Ed Fallen, Danielle Duchaney, James Miller, Sam & I, Cissy, asshole Barrett, and Bill Moore's cousin with the unrememberable name. (I guess Moore is the guy behind the camera.)|
|Sam & I on the North Shore.|
|Francis Danley, myself and Russ D. at the Honolulu Zoo.|
|Sgt. Mike Pippin and myself on our first SCUBA outing after qualifying for C-cards. Sgt. Dave Lutz was also there, but is holding the camera for this shot.|
|Lutz holds the camera again for Mike & myself.|
I notice I'm always squinty in these outdoor shots.
|A couple shots of aspiring Gonzo journalist Andrew Tyler, a friend from Sealy whom I bumped into in Houston a year or so after moving back into town.|
|I won't remember all the names here either, but Greg, Cris, Dana and Andie are hard to forget.|
|Jaima's always a lot of fun.|
|MJ's couch as clown car. Myself, Mary Jo, Jennifer & Greg.|
|Myself, Jenn, Eric, MJ, Ben, Greg, Andie & Dana. Jenn, as usual, is being a bit handsy.|
|I'm capable of looking cheerful for minutes at a time.|
|Before Bennifer, and before Brangelina, there was HollyBerry.|
|Holly, the Dancing Queen, on a table in a bar in New York.|
|Holly's principal contribution to my photo album is this fine shot of a New York New Year's Eve attendee demonstrating what partying is all about.|
|The night we all switched heads. Good times, good times.|
|We did eventually get things sorted back out. This was probably from Greg's housewarming party.|
|Eric warily takes up station in the center of the room, eyeing the exits.|
I don't actually know most of these people, but I can make out Myke (in white shirt) and MJ among the rabble.
|I'm only willing to take selfies when the camera obscures my face. Ben and Sindy are providing moral support. Taken at Greg's house.|
|The only shot from our high school 20-year reunion in which I recognize more than one person. Rusty, left, and K.C., center. I believe that's her husband to the right.|
|This appears to be from Ben's downtown apartment at the old Rice Hotel. Greg, MJ, Cris and a slice of Sindy.|
|At Ben's place. Ben, Sindy, Dana, Greg & Cris.|
|Greg and Ben are the two blurriest people I've ever met.|
|Kristin's blinding bosom shades me from the blinding Round Rock sun.|
|Can't place this guy's name either. But boiled in cajun seasoning with corn on the cob and potatoes, he was delicious.|
Dana is the only recognizable face in this crowd, which appears to be hanging out at Greg's house.
And now, a tribute to absent friends.
|Alfred Montano, 1968-20012|
|Jeffrey Todd Andes, 1969 - 2005|
|Jay Catillo, 1973 - 1992|
|Eric Berglund, 1972 - 1992, with Pepper.|