We'll start off with some old friends, here are some groupies from my crazy HS artcamp experience in Fredonia, NY at the state university. Erin, Heather and Amanda were great chums and respectively my first Otaku, my first Norweigan, and first Oboe-playing friends. I wonder where they are now...
	While I was at Fredonia, we all took a trip up to the waterfalls at Niagra, NY. I've been back there once or twice, and no matter what anyone says, it's still an impressive sight. If you're going to stay overnight however, go to the Canadian side :). While there Amanda took the picture of me that graces the front page.
Well well, yet another art camp! This one was in Oneonta, NY... wish I could remember the name of the college.... H-something... Hobart maybe... doesn't matter. This crew of misfits is Garret, Amy, and Kim. Yes her hair is pink. Garret and Kim were both from Long Island and ended up going to one of those trendy NYC art universities. Somewhere, as we speak, Garret is mutillating perfectly good sheet-metal into twisted sharp and pointy forms, and calling it untouchable sculpture.
	Ex-housemate, boy-genius, neuvo riche, and unintentional player. I give you Cort. Some day I know I'll see him on the cover of Money Magazine... or maybe that was Star Magazine, why not both?
	Ken was born with the potential for greatness, and weirdness. During the time I lived with him and Cort, he only got worse... or is that better? Another future Money magazine man... but he will leave the tabloids to Cort.
Here's a classic, "My first Awardwinning photo" This is also one of the few images I have of Kitty-chan. She is a ripe old dame of 14 now, but there was a time when both of us were far younger than we are now. Good thing too, these days she'd never put up with this sort of nonsense.
Mom and I went camping during the summer of my Junior year in college, it was this nifty little lake somewhere in the back country of PA. I still like camping, but I'd never do it in texas... not unless it looked like this, anyway. Since this was before I became enamored with travellogs, this is all you get.
	Behold, our dome tent. Why did I take a picture of this... and more importantly, why did I keep it? The world may never know.