Drunk and Trigger Happy. Now I'm Coming for You.

During my mom's recent move from my childhood home, I got back my giant box of photos being stored in my old closet.  I was the only kid who had the same room the entire time.  I don't know why- they probably just forgot about me, subsequently forgetting the room existed.  More than once did they leave me at the grocery store on family vacations, all five of them oblivious for ten miles that I wasn't in the car.  

(Subsequently) half the photos are of me drinking.  Half of those photos are of me drunk in inappropriate places.  The rest are a hodge-podge of people whose named I have long forgotten, but I recognize as my Facebook friends.  Some are embarrassing attempts at artistic photography.  Some, the One Hour Photo people really shouldn't have developed- legally or morally. 

I'm going on a quest to find the people in the photos and send them a scanned copy.  Don't worry, I'm not going to tag terrible pictures of you and post them on your page- I hate it when people do that.  I'll contact you privately.  

So, heads up if you went to any of my schools, socialized with me drinking, or are a white bird in a gravel pit representing hope.

"Yes, one ticket to Zoo Lights, please."

Obviously I was making a statement about how peace is purposely blocked for monetary gain.