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...


I didn't really hang out with Hope (not her real name) all that much in high school, but I thought she was pretty cool.  We had some friends in common and a fine arts class together with Eric in which we used to compare notes on which Pink Floyd album was the best.  She and some of our friends used to talk about how much acid they did.  This wasn't a bragging contest either.  She was having flashbacks and had chronic back pain she associated with having done too many hits, so she backed off the stuff.  I wasn't into hippies, but I totally would have done her.

I'd still do her.  Like so many others from Louisiana, she was more or less displaced by Katrina and now bartends in Texas.  She's interesting in many of the ways she was before such as the fact that she's as lost as I am about what to do in life and has a similar desire to seek out adventure that is kept in check by a lack of fundage to realize the trips to faraway places she has in mind.

Hypothetical letter I'll probably never send to her:

Sure, I'm engaged, but if you're down with it (and I get permission from my partner first), you want to do a road trip to California?  Start your hang gliding lessons now and mark your calendar.  If we don't do this next summer, "one of these days" will be nothing more than a Pink Floyd song and half a page of scribbled lines.


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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