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I first met Michael when I was a sophomore and he was a freshman. He
transferred into my 2nd period history class from Curley. He had a purple
devil's lock and Misfits patches. We spoke and it went historically. He came
out for soccer the next year and was instantly my wing man. It was funny,
when I was a senior he was always regarded as a senior, or at least higher
than other juniors. If seniors didn't run, he didn't run. It worked out. We
ate lunch together for three years.

I'm proud of the kind young man he has become.

Enough gaying out. Go see Brick, he jumps really high with his guitar.