Oh god, Karl's going to want these comments embedded as RDF in each picture...
I fell asleep there, twelve years ago, next to a beautiful woman. When we woke up,
we had one of those sickly-sweet lovey-dovey moments that marked the beginning of a two
year roller coaster.
I spent a lot of time there during high school. Skipping classes, discussing the relative
merits of movies seen at Cinema V (Café Flesh was ultimately pretty boring though I've
never been able to forgot those weird baby people with the giant rat tails; A Clockwork Orange
forever marred by memories of a guy named Solo yelling out, during the eyeball scene : Check
out that cleavage!), playing frisbee and all that other stuff teenagers do.
I don't about that one, it was after my time. But doesn't he just make you want to kick
him square in the nuts?