[Pictures & Commentary]
This stuff is pretty old. Some of it is ancient, but all of it is from high school. Cheers to the days of my youth, long (well, not so long) gone (okay, so I'll always be 12 at heart...).

	Long long ago, in a time that should now be forgotten, Jason had a Plymouth Reliant, and Joseph stuck his head out the window of it. This is apparently just what he does when he sticks his head out the window...
	Yes, this is me. Not only when Jason had his Reliant, but also when I had braces. You can't tell here, but I had a funky haircut, too. And I stuck my head out of windows.
	Leah being forced onto the dance floor, the stick in the mud, at the Robert Trent Jones High School Promenade for 'o2. Don't they all look ravishing? Not that I'm against the other two, but I think the one on the right is absolutely stunning, if a bit pale in this pic.
	Well, I didn't want to post the other one, but I thought this one was kosher enough to put up here...
	This girl is pretty hot... see if you can recognize the face on this one... Lemme tell you, modifying this one wasn't easy...
	Jason and I had a ball at midnight, taking pictures with his digital camera. We found a spot that had a cool lighting and we took pictures of it. We were test subjects, of course. So this one is me. Not a very good picture, but the lighting is a natural effect. Very cool.
	"Why, God, Why?! WHERE HAS ALL MY CHEESE GONE?!"
	What is the meaning of life? Ah, yes . . . 42 . . .
	They're coming to get me! Finally! Oh, wait, it's just the lamp. Dang.
	They're trying to get me again! Oh, wait, no, same lamp. Jeez. I've got to stop doing that . . .
	Is that Jason up there, trying to be abducted by a street light?
	Hey! They're really trying this tim- oh, no, another lamp . . .
	It's Them!
	Hey, mom? Yeah, could you turn my underwear over in the over? I know, I just want the starch be really stiff.
	Woe is me. [pause] Woe is me! [another pause. looks around] I said WOE IS ME! Come on, people, where's the love . . .
	All I wanted was a hug.
	Hey, baby, how you doin'?
	Yo.
	Yeah, I sees you. You don' need ta messin' no mo, foo. Da's right.
	Jason, swinging from lampost to lampost, proclaims himself kind of the, well, the lamposts . . .
	Yes, that is just one picture with both of us in it.
	Steve (Jason), Moi, Mrs. Hickam, and Winnie, when Hickam came to speak to our school.
	Dear Diary, I met a kid who was a real pussy today, and his name was Richard . . .