Don't Look Back in Anger (part 2)

Part 1 was hardly a runaway blockbuster, but the sequel had already been greenlighted and budgeted, so here are more of my memories in convenient picture form.

This is Suzy, my friend's girlfriend's cousin, also known as my prom date.

There's nothing better for a teenage boy's self-esteem than to be rejected by someone like this. It doesn't matter; with her dull personality and garish style of dress, it would have been like fucking Cyndi Lauper's corpse. And check out her belt. I think she may have been a newly crowned professional wrestling champion.

















Let's just say my first strip club experience was a regrettable one, and leave it at that.



















This is Ralph-Fred McGraw. I shared an apartment with him during college. He's wearing his trademark Mark Martin Viagra shirt. No, he's never kissed a girl.

One Halloween he went to a party as the Grim Reaper, an event which inspired the name of this very blog.













Continuing the Nascar theme, my Uncle Cleofus was so devastated by the death of racing legend Dale Ernhardt that he shaved Ernhardt's car number into his grotesquely hairy back. That's but one of the many reasons he was named White Trash Magazine's 2001 Hilljack of the Year.












I decided to leave Louisville when this man, Vernon "Toofisis" Clark, was overwhelming elected Mayor.

He died of a crank overdose three days into his term, but by then I was already in Las Vegas.






Apparently blogger is imposing a five picture limit, even though I've downloaded more than that in the past. If anyone knows how I can get around this, please let me know. Otherwise, this is the end. If you haven't looked at part 1, by all means do so.