Old friends who used to hate you a whole lot.

[mycotropic]

I used to hang out in a mythical land called Cambodia - here we would drink untill our livers swelled up, watch assclowns shotgun holes in their bedroom ceilings, fuck randomly, throw bayonets through the shared walls, wish red steve would shut the fuck up, follow little sarah around cause she was so goddamn cute, drink some more, wonder how I was going to get to PA to pick up Paris to haul her ass back for a party and NOT break down AND get her back up there the next day, call up "house Avalon" and scream "DUM-DUM-DAHHHHHHHHHH" at them, try to figure out who fucked the inflatable sheep and left it on the TV, and, lastly wonder if Amelia was going to knife me in my sleep for not treating Julia as well as she thought I should. Or was that after we broke up. Who the hell knows. I do recall that "them was some damn fine parties".

Personaly I ducked out and moved to Boston and lost track of the whole crew - untill, that is, Kangle started sharing the locations of old friends! So here I am.

Oh yeh and Julia came to my wedding two summers ago and we all went to the beach together, so Amelia has no reason to knife me anymore.

[ForrestBlack]

Them was some damn fine parties indeed. Welcome back and stuff.

[mycotropic]

It's nice to see that at least some of the folks for cambodia survived and prospered. Congratulations to all surviving members - I know that pickling our guts would give us eternal life.

[inox]

My favorite of the "party games" was either tether-knife, or that goddamn salon chair with the tin foil and the strobe light.

[Amelia G]

Psychic attack! Psychic attack!

Good to see you here, G All is well that ends well and I am quite certain I didn't even own a good blade for stabbing and where oh where would I have found one at Cambodia?

I remember that giant metal plate thing you made that we all thought was one of the most romantic gestures we ever saw.

[ForrestBlack]

My favorite of the "party games" was either tether-knife, or that goddamn salon chair with the tin foil and the strobe light.

Whirling-Knives-of-Death!