During my high school graduation rehearsal, the lists of seniors was so long that I ended up falling asleep on the gym floor. By this point (M’s, I believe), even the teachers were so exhausted that they either didn’t notice or most likely didn’t care. I don’t remember who the middle finger is, but I want to say it is Cesar (who I forced to attend graduation so I wouldn’t be as lonely in the Z’s).
June, 2007.
