My brother emailed me from a writer’s conference in Alberta:<\/p>\n

Some guy came up to me today and said he was in Annie Get Your Gun<\/em> with me at BCI (our old high school, in BrockVegas<\/em>). He refused to tell me his name. I wouldn’t care, but he works here and I’m still here for another week and a half. Who was it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

My response:<\/p>\n

Tim Picotte? Sorry, I’ve core dumped my high school memories and only retained top level recall, like when I had to get past mom while peaking on LSD. <\/p>\n

I do remember not liking the songs, though. Again … Sorry.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It got me thinking about just how much I remember about high school, which truthfully is very little. I was counting the days before I left Brockville by the time I hit grade 10 and knew my life was destined to become 100% better after escaping that town. I coasted through high school. No real Judd Apatow<\/a> kind of experiences to write about, no drama to dredge up into a memoir. <\/p>\n

But some highlights would be:<\/p>\n

\u2022 I did back stage stuff (props, stage hand) for a youth theatre group and would drink lots on the weekend. I don’t recall any specific party, just the amount of them.
\n\u2022 In my head, bored while helping a friend move, I demanded that the dead parents of the girl I was dating at the time, show themselves to me. At that precise moment, the girl came out of her bedroom to show me a photo of them.
\n\u2022 I wore two types of “doctor” shirt to school (the old kind, with the buttons up the side and across the shoulder): One was pure white, the other had blood splatters across it. I also would wear a bolero jacket from Le Chateau.
\n\u2022 I improvised 90% of my lines and songs during our 4 shows of The Wizard of Oz<\/em> in grade 11. I played the Cowardly Lion.<\/p>\n

That’s about it. Now… England stories, I got tons of.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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