I was in the El Cajon Best Buy and they were playing Billy Joel’s Italian restaurant – a song that always makes me wonder if Americans stopped making music after I graduated high school. It’s not a rhetorical question, I belong to a kind of neo-fascistic, Anglophonic ear cult, that requires unquestioning allegiance to all things Brit music with the exception of Handel’s Messiah. AC/DC gets a pass as two of its founding members are right Scottish gits, but U2 and Men at Work are a bit too foreign to my ears. Guns’n'Roses, has a new album out? And this is somehow supposed to make me want to stop listening to the new Queen Album (+Paul Rogers, of course). Sheer rot.
I crossed the street to what used to be Parkway Plaza and I somewhat saw Billy’s point, listened to some horrible American music over the PA, (something about the difficulties involved in attempting sexual intercourse with a drunk, underage, girl, still in her jeans(ah, yes country music) when Nancy Henderson came up to me.
And it turns out she is involved in planning the 30th Santana High School reunion. So if you stumbled in here from classmates because I’m too cheap a swine to pay their monthly extortion, Go Sultans. I’ll put up a legit picture at some point so you can assess the damage.
Right now, my sites are down, which as it turns out is a good thing. Nancy gave me a tour of the new improved Santee, the Christmas light show was brilliant, and the classbook site which indicates many of you are still alive.
I’ve written on at length in the hopes of convincing you that I am indeed me and not that other gavin impett. I say this because I’ve had at least one friend who couldn’t be bothered to look me up in his phone book believe I couldn’t be that gavin impett, because of the kitty single thing – since it’s down right now – basically me hanging out videoing pussy. It’s not as porny as it sounds. I’m thinking of changing it Kittyporn.edu as this makes it sound more thoughtful.
Anyway, it’s me.
Gavin
