So Toms-ass asked me to contribute a little bit to his website. Seeing as though I am normally drunk and F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote "The Great Gatsby" drunk, he figured he was on to a Pulitzer or something of the sort here. I was originally asked to write the Ballad of Crazy Homeless Retarded Indian Savage. Better known as Chris or "The Ice Pirate." However, I decided that I would like to expand on this and write a little bit about growing up (or old) at OIA. I plan on taking you back to a time where Kerry was the tallest, Justin was the most likely to have a lady around, Danny smelled better...well not like a hippy, and Jimmy still claimed to like women. These stories may help people understand better where the bond that formed came from.