DAVID

David and I first met the summer before our freshman year of high school. We were both in the band’s drumline. We got along from the start, only later to realize that we had all the same classes. David seemed like a good guy, until you pissed him off, which happened very often. He had a really violet temper when we first met, but he slowly calmed it down to an inner rage that just occasionally surfaces to scream and shout, but he doesn’t physically harm anything anymore. Some of the things that I’ve witnessed him do were throw drum sticks at innocent bystanders, beat a semi-retarded kid in Disney World, crack contaminated test tubes with his bare hands (infecting his hand, which ultimately lead to the creation of a “super knuckle” that has the ability to move on its own), and place a dent in a greyhound bus. Fortunately, he never took his aggression out on his closer friends, and he never landed himself in jail. David was always on top of things when it came to computers. He always conjured enough money to own the latest technology, right from his 386 freshman year, to his current p2-450, which I’m guessing will be replaced in about 6 months with some type of super computer that I’ll never understand. David was also always into physical fitness, and so with his brains and brawn, decided to go to the air force and be shipped off to England for the next few years with his wife and baby boy.

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