I visited the grave of an old high school classmate named Gino, who died 10 years ago today. I remember that day clearly: I took my belt test in Tae Kwon Do that morning. Then met up with my classmates Megan, Shenna, and Allison at the latter's house to film a project. Then our classmate Morgan, whom I've busted a #3 to before, walked up to us to inform that Ricky, the driver, was dead. Gino, in the driver's seat, died later. At Gino's grave this morning, I found flowers left by Marissa. She jacked me off one time during class.
Today's also Richard's Birthday. Off to Tonga Hut in North Hollywood to celebrate.
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