Blast from the past
Last night I spent about an hour on the phone with a friend I hadn't seen since high school. I've been looking for Cameron for the last five or six years with little success, but persistence and Google finally won out.
Cameron and I used to get each other in trouble in geometry class by drawing comics to pass back and forth. Actually, I'm not sure how much trouble we could have gotten into -- as I recall, that teacher was either clueless or didn't care or both. My comics were poorly illustrated (I'm no artist) but funny enough in their own way. His were impossibly well-drawn and hilarious to boot, so I definitely got the better part of the bargain, entertainment-wise. Cameron is a gifted illustrator, a talent he (presumably) hasn't wasted, since he's working as a portrait artist. (He describes it as "struggling," which is probably true in this day and age.) Cameron was also a founding member of The Backseat Kazoos, a sort of mock band we formed in the early years of high school, before both Cameron and AmyMo moved to parts not-Decatur.
How he ended up in New Hampshire is a story as long as how I ended up in St. Pete, and I won't bore you with the details. But it was great to finally find a friend after all that time. I'll say it again: the Internet. A wonderful thing.
Cameron and I used to get each other in trouble in geometry class by drawing comics to pass back and forth. Actually, I'm not sure how much trouble we could have gotten into -- as I recall, that teacher was either clueless or didn't care or both. My comics were poorly illustrated (I'm no artist) but funny enough in their own way. His were impossibly well-drawn and hilarious to boot, so I definitely got the better part of the bargain, entertainment-wise. Cameron is a gifted illustrator, a talent he (presumably) hasn't wasted, since he's working as a portrait artist. (He describes it as "struggling," which is probably true in this day and age.) Cameron was also a founding member of The Backseat Kazoos, a sort of mock band we formed in the early years of high school, before both Cameron and AmyMo moved to parts not-Decatur.
How he ended up in New Hampshire is a story as long as how I ended up in St. Pete, and I won't bore you with the details. But it was great to finally find a friend after all that time. I'll say it again: the Internet. A wonderful thing.
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