The following are pictures from a variety of time periods that I found sitting on my laptop and decided to finally put up for those who care to see. The first come from my Junior year (and final year as a traditional undergrad) at Drew. Then we move onward to the following summer. So keep in mind that all of these are about a year old as of July 2000.

 

I once had a roommate named Marty. Marty was a genius, but had issues. Marty wore a Promise Keeper t-shirt everywhere, yet couldn't understand why people reacted negatively to it. Marty was an absolute genius, yet couldn't master some simple truths. Marty was often a decent human, and often a punk.

Marty had few posessions in his room. He didn't have quite the level of chaos and confusion that I managed to bury myself in. We lived feet away from each other in Riker. Now, Riker singles share a common bathroom and a pair of hallways for each quad. And we never locked our outer door, since friends might need to knock on our inner doors. But Marty often left his inner door wide open, inviting theft. He had a decent computer, and clothing I'm sure he would miss.

So his quadmates Dave and Russ (that's me) decided to help Marty. We taped down all of his posessions so they wouldn't be stolen after we saw his door was wide open to the world for hours. Yes,even a cup to the ceiling, a mouse to the mousepad to the desk.

Here Dave and I (left and right, respectively) pose in front of our masterpiece.

This is the young female Irish dancing champion of the world. I'm serious. She flies all over the world to competitions, she spends summers in Riverdance, etc. She's a cool person, even if she is a little psycho. Amy rocks.

Here is the hero of the day.

Here is Allison. Don't ask me why these photos are here, I told you they were random.

Here's Dori, another one of Amy's friends. Dori rocks.

This is not your normal picture of Hwang. Your normal picture of Hwang would have Hwang's middle finger rubbing up against the camera lens. I suprised him with this one.

Hwang was the editor in chief of the student newspaper, ran the student television, etc. Quite a character, sending stalker letters to the student paper after he graduated. While many think he's an utter bastard, he's really a fluffy bunny deep inside. Really. Tell him that.

Here he is, Marty. Notice, his door is open. Notice, all that he has in his room is clothing, a bed, and his computer. I told you so.

Yes, the picture on the desk is Marty as well, during his younger formative phase.

This is wee baby seventeen year old me, from my first driver's liscence. Yeah, I know, what happened?

Here I am in the mess that was my Junior year room. Yes, all the dark posters under the loft, all the bright cheery Iron Maiden posters on the opposite wall. Brainwash bottles all over the desk, and printer being used as a napkin holder after my last paper got turned in.

The above photo was taken to send to Mike Maeng, aka Ming the Merciless, the Russian spy himself. He was in Japan, and we were trading photos since we hadn't seen each other in a year.

Here he is, having just returned. He came by to help me move my stuff out. I didn't know at the time that it would my last time at Drew as a full-time student. On the dresser is a bottle of Tom Collins mix, which was about all I had to drink in the room at that point. I still have an odd feeling about that stuff because of that night.

After picking me up, Mike drove me to a small gathering where some of our old friends were. Having said that, I have no freakin' clue who these people are.

Here's Rose, to the left. Rose, aka Fairy Princess, is not a gay man. She usually has to get that out for the record. But she is belligerant. Next to her is the person who lives there, and I currently can't remember her name for the life of me.

Another shot with Rose, the mystery woman, and the Russian spy.

If you ever see Whatever, by Susan Skoog, look at this photo and imagine the lead character sitting on that couch. It is eerie.

Here Ming and I do a little old west fast-draw type action. Looks like I won.

Now here we are, a month or so later, at Minty's wedding to Cheryl.

Minty, aka Lord Minty, aka Imajica, aka Lord of Illusions, aka Diadems (he couldn't stick with one handle like the rest of us punks) has been a good friend of mine since high school, so it was eerie seeing him getting married. But Cheryl aka Free is a wonderful person, so I knew she'd set him straight.

Here they are at the actual lighting of the candles. I first saw this at new age weddings years ago, but apparently it is mainstream enough for the Catholic Church now.

And the reception, afterward. The married couple's first dance. Awwwww.

The blushing groom is seated to the right, Judy is on the left.

Here we have the cutting of the cake. No good icing down cleavage shots, sorry.

Here we have me extending my best wishes to the happy (and dazed) groom. I think that's Dobber below jutting his good spirit into the shot.

Yes, all three of us are good proper graduates from Saint Joseph's High School in Metuchen, NJ. An all-boys Catholic high school. Why, does it show?

And here's Brian aka Darkness with Colleen aka Dobber's girlfriend, as she hates being called. I like to refer to this one as... the money shot. Why?

Because Mike Maeng's in the background, and you can almost see his ear. And his ear has been violated more times then you would want to know about.

Dobber stands in the background, letting it all hang out. April aka Lestat stands in the foreground with her daughter, consoling Jon aka Cb22 about the facts of life.

Here are the wild and crazy party animals. Ernie aka Stepson and Mike aka Ming, poised for action! Bring on the loose women and cheap booze!

Dobber does his best to flex, while Ernie coughs for some strange reason in the background.

Brian molests Jon.

Minty (the groom from above) shows us one of his more lucid moments with Brian.

Ernie attempts to shove an empty bottle of Diet Coke up Jon from behind. But he fails, since the bottle is reversed.

Here it seems that Brian is trying to shove a bottle of Corona the proper direction up Jon's rear. Notice the progress made when using the right end. Its all in the technique.

This is from the Russell Sprague aka Kingfox fashion photoshoot 1999, held at the St.Bernard's rectory in Mount Hope, NJ. Work with me baby!

Oh yes, now give me happy. Suck in that gut, give me happy. Good, good, now toss that hair.