I always find it nostalgic to read about our childhoods. I remember that Christmas with the Nintendo 64 but its hard to think that it was almost 20 years ago.
Twenty fucking years ago.
Its hard for me to look back and pick out the little things that defined huge swaths of my life.
Probably because memories become less about facts and certainties more about how things felt.
I started drawing when I was young because Toonami came to Nickelodeon. I remember watching Gundam Wing for the first time. It was amazing. I was just sitting there slack jawed in awe of it. I began drawing my own Gundams in my free time and building those model kits. We moved to Washington and I had to enroll in middle school late. The only elective classes open were scrapbooking (not a joke) and drafting. I asked mother was drafting was and she got excited for me, “It’s like how you draw airplanes and robots!”
Drafting led to CAD drawing, which led to industrial design software, which led to me becoming a 3D render artist. You know, the career I have today. All because of Toonami.
I met Pretzel in middle school. We didn’t interact much but it was around the time that I started thinking girls were really pretty and I remember her standing out to me. She had cute hair and full lips. We had some sort of a study hall class together and I’d always peak at her during reading hour. She was the perfect combination of pretty and tomboy.
Innocent enough. We didn’t even have a meet cute until high school. We didn’t date because I was too nervous to talk to her and apparently I was into some jive bitches. My girlfriend at the time went into my phone one weekend and deleted all of girls out of my contacts. So I lost contact with Pretzel for a while after high school.
One day I was walking down the street heading to god knows where I and I see Pretzels friend driving down the street. I get in front of her car to stop her and then I walk up to the window (because apparently I was a maniac) and asked her for Pretzel’s number again.
I live with Pretzel now. We’ve been dating for two years and some change and its the happiest I’ve ever been because she’s neither jive or bitchy.
All because one day I was walking down the street and her friend drove by.
After we’d lived in Washington for a year one of our numerous Wisconsin relatives passed away. We drove back. Four days, twelve hours each. I promptly finished my book the first day. Within the first hour I think. We pulled over to go to a department store or something and there was a Barnes and Noble.
I was wandering around. I was just getting into literature that was more sophisticated than Animorphs and The Circle of Magic. I was walking past a “Must Reads” table and picked one up. The cover looked neat and the world looked expansive.
It was Steven Eriksons Gardens of the Moon. I read his books to this day and wait for them with bated breath. I have that original hardcover on my shelf along with the rest of the series. I’ve been reading that series for almost two decades.
One summer my previously mentioned jive bitch and I were out shopping. And by shopping I mean stealing stuff. You know this one. We went to Winco and stole a couple of sodas. Security was watching us and stopped us in the parking lot. I remember being in that office. They put the Pepsi in front of me while calling mom and dad. The Pepsi cost $1.08 and the fine was $150. The drink all together cost $151.08 and they didn’t even let me drink it.
So I was ultra-grounded. I had a lot of time that summer. I found an old set of throwing darts I was given and mom gave me some hypodermic needle heads from her nursing bag. I used an exact-o knife to carve the plastic dart tips into mounts for the needle heads. I made hypodermic throwing darts. No, I never used them for anything.
I did take them to school because I don’t learn lessons involving rules and guidelines to show some people. In my science class some dude sat next to me who I’d seen around but never really talk to. I showed him my throwing darts.
That person was Devon Cox. The dude I’m still best buds with today. He tells me he used to think I was a douchebag, but when he saw the darts he realized he we were going to be friends.
Because I stole a Pepsi. If I had had a dollar on me at the time, he’d probably still think I was a douchebag.
Got anymore about me that I’m not thinking about?