What will it take for you to believe me?
Why would you doubt me on this? Do you think I don't know what hops look like? Every year I ask for hops for my birthday and every year my friends are all "here, have this CD."
Top left: The guy catching the disc is our webmaster; the other guy is 6'2" or so. Engineer and chemist; so pretty.
Top right: Oh, man. That's Nick. I miss Nick so much since he moved to Boston. Nick is a baby; in his early twenties or something. We never thought about dating, 'cause he's twenty or so, but Nick and I got each other instantly. We first started talking at a Pie Contest and by the next time we saw each other he knew it was perfectly right for him to sprint the length of the field and lay out into my arms. He's tall, but he's about eighteen, so he hasn't put on his adult weight. For years we were always roughhousing on the sidelines; I don't think we ever walked through a door together without posting each other up. Oh Nick honey, why did you go? We could have started dating next year, when you turn sixteen and get your driver's license.
Bottom left: I don't know his opponent, but the guy in red is Jean-Michel, who breaks into my house to shower.
Bottom right: I don't usually get that view of Courtney. Usually I watch Courtney from behind as she accelerates past me.