Alexplorer Goes Time Traveling...

If you're just joining this series already in progress, then it means you don't have a time machine, so here's the short version: Every Tuesday (your present), I come back from my adventures time-traveling around MySpace and fill you in on what happened to people from my past as they keep slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.

Ah, here's one now...



Bill

Then:
I had a few classes with Bill (not his real name) in high school.  I didn't really hang around with him though, but he was sort of a couple friends removed from my circle, so I ended hearing a lot about him such as the fact that he had done just about every variety of drug that was available and even some no one expected he had access to.  This was blamed on an abusive relationship with his father, though I never saw any evidence of this or the drug use.  Well, his history notes were a weird, artistic bundle of pockets of words that would be difficult to describe, but while they were unusual and interesting to look at, they seemed too coherent to be a byproduct of an acid trip.

His girlfriend was pretty fun, and I sort of knew her peripherally though a couple other girls I was friends with.  Apparently she and Bill had a fairly active sex life.  Her mom was a teacher at the school, but she was relatively cool about things.  I don't know how much she knew was going on, but rumor had it she bailed Bill out of a number of problems (jail? domestic violence?  I don't know).


Now:
I don't have any evidence from my yearbooks that Bill ever graduated high school with me.  He ended up in a college town not too far away from where we went to high school together and now works there as a glass blower.  He makes some interesting things.  Maybe bongs too?  I don't know. 

Hypothetical letter I'll probably never send to him:
Bill,

I heard you were a fan, and I would like to leave you something when I die.  Please enjoy my liver.  You're going to need it.

Much love,

-Keith Richards.


Copyright 2007 Ale[x]plorer.  All photos are of the actual individuals described above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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