I graduated High School on my Eighteenth Birthday, June 3rd, 1985.

It was a time of innocence, fun, sex, drugs, beer. I still thought that people were basically good. I've lost that feeling lately, and I'm worse off for it.

I miss kissing Sherry in her front lawn as the fireworks were going off right over our head.

I miss playing high school sports, dunking a baskeball and throwing TD passes.

High School REALLY was the best times in life. Because of the people who made each day a helluva lot of fun to live. One never knows what the next day might bring.

I thought I'd always be skinny and athletic.

Friday Night Videos, and seventeen year old sex partners.

My gay sister, who made me realize how many more important things there are about someone other than sexuality. And she led me into so many new experiences and different things than I knew ever existed. Thanks Kelli B.

Mostly I remember being happy and healthy. And it doesn't get any better than that.