Alexplorer Goes Time
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...
Roy (not his real name) sat
next to me in Algebra II. He was really into Led Zeppelin when I
had only just discovered them, so I used to ask him about the band.
Basically everything he had to say on the subject could be summed up as
"The fourth album was the best, but the others are okay."
Before I even picked up my first bass,
he was already playing guitar pretty well and knew a lot of older British
rock (i.e., stuff from before Cream). I remember him playing in a
talent show, and he wasn't too bad, although it was really conventional
I didn't see him after my senior year
until I was in grad school when I ran into him one day on campus.
We didn't talk long. I didn't find out what he was doing there; I
thought he was a student, but I since learned he went to college elsewhere
and graduated already as well by the time I ran across him.
Well, I'm glad I'm not the
only one who started losing his hair in his 30s. Then again, I don't
know if it counts since he looks to me to be about ten years older than
His "About me" says he is "a soon-to-be-divorced,
proud father of three beautiful children!" and since he created his MySpace
profile a little under a week ago, it's kind of creepy that he has a picture
of his "soon-to-be" ex on his photo page that says "The mother of my beautiful
letter I'll probably never send to him:
It's over. This isn't the way
to say "No hard feelings." This is a red flag to any single woman
browsing your profile that you are soooooooooooo NOT ready to date.
-Dr. Philled With Shock and Dismay at
the Glacial Pace You're "Moving On."
2007 Ale[x]plorer. All photos are of the actual individuals described
above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.