Pics above: That's me in high school with a couple friends. The year is 1977 and I was just 16 years old. You see, I had hair once!
In my youth's frolic at King Lear and Pi all my days were a Shakespearean tale. Not algebra, not prose did edify yet test and limits we pass lest we fail. To learn and open closed minds to ideas but I learnt before a fall comes a pride with a conspiracy one alone bears yet co-conspirators had much to hide. For each lame alibi concealed misdeed, each mad ruse and jape blotted my ledger but we all do a true life lesson heed when worn is a cowl or crown to measure. Comic is the court and jester in school but better a wise king than a wise fool. Written: May 1992
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