Something I do every few months is browse through all my old website folders. For a few weeks I hosted my site in a subdirectory of the Unknown Elements space. I didnǃÙt backup the database for that incarnation, so I was only able to read the first entry used while making the layout. It was a tribute for Wally when he moved.
Goodbye Wally. In seventh grade, I rocked his Goldeneye world so hard that his appendix burst– literally.
It could’ve been from the intense bike ride across Oak Harbor all the way to my house. This is a thirty minute drive depending on who you ask. But his supreme appendix destruction was most likely due to supreme video game domination, courtesy of me.
Now, he did beat me a few maps. In dumb arguments, all that matters is who gets the last word in. In this case, all that matters is who wins the last match. On that last map, I took a lead and he magically had to go home before we could finish. Ask him and heǃÙll deny that I was ever winning. WhoǃÙre you going to believe: me, a trustworthy fellow (take my word for it), or Wally, known best for shielding himself from the rain with an Xbox?