So That’s Where That Guy Went
In 1997, I sat in the same high school English class as this guy and wondered what his problem was, since his third quarter grade was 55%, he carried no books and the only way you knew he was alive was when he would belch, fart or suddenly make some obnoxious comment.
I guess when you’re a senior in your last semester of high school and have a sports scholarship because you can throw a fastball at 97 MPH, you figure you don’t need no stinking books, test scores, GPA or whatever else anymore because you’re going to sizzle in the majors, baby.
But having never reached the majors due to injury, he’s sizzling in the kitchen instead.
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Heh, as soon as I read the first few lines, my mind said “Ryan Anderson” without even checking out the link.
I knew you’d get it faster than anybody else.
Granted, the number of people who visit this site who have any chance of getting it at all number exactly two.
Don’t even ask how I found this. Okay, ask: I googled for the name of the school. Hoping to find some other poor damaged bloke blogging about its rancidness, I don’t mind telling you. The Anderson story was all I got.
Oh, and the MySpace page of some FFX-loving kid who apparently just graduated this year.
Heh, doing my own cursory Google Search, it would appear that both the new gym at DC and the Jack Dunworth Memorial Pool are supposedly haunted. Heh.
And some physics teacher at DC has a blog. Woo.
Heh, I read about those hauntings a while back, too. Apparently some workers died during construction of the gym and now I guess they’re haunting the place. Not that I blame them; I mean, I’d haunt the crap out of the place too if I actually had the miserable misfortune of dying there.
The haunted pool, though…that just takes the cake. Too bad we didn’t know about it back when we shot the infamous trenchcoat video, else we could have worked that angle. Then again, maybe in ‘97 it wasn’t haunted yet. Hee.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the administration there was demanding some sort of donation/tuition fee from the offending ghost(s), because it’s a privilege to haunt their shiny new gym, not a right.
Hee. “Trenchcoat video” makes it sound like we were filming some shady adult film at that pool or something. Like for The Dird or something.