Skeletons

I have a lot of them these days. Packed closets. John Candy style closets. But rather than harp on them here as I can't seem to muster the moral capacity needed, I'll put the spotlight on someone else.

I spent a good hour last night looking through an old photo box. Apparently I didn’t go out my freshman or sophomore year without documenting the majority of the night. There are some doosies in there. Specifically in regard to Quinne’s past flames. Remember Dead Kennedy’s Joe or theater guy? Wow, I can’t wait to scan those babies to remind you.

Exhibit A, Theater Guy:



Also, remember when you were blonde?

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