78 - Ian O.

You were a 'buddy' in high school. You played drums in band, you wrote a self-made comic called "Flying Man", you had the cutest dimples. I knew you through Dickface, but luckily when that went sour and ended - it had no effect on our friendship. We shared the same period spare, and often hung out in the School Entrance. We had to be ready, becuz at any moment - either one of us could call a spontaneous: DANCE PARTY. When that happened, the unspoken rule between us stated that we each had to drop what we were doing and dance. That's one of my favourite high school memories.