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I LOVE YOU, FIRE PEOPLE
High School Graduation, 1999
[front row] Murray James Morrison, Fire People
[back row] some random girl, some random guy, a van
Fire People, for all these reasons and more, I love you:
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- For telling ghost stories. Once, during a grade school camping trip, you told me about some monster that killed children who slept on the top bunk and warned them beforehand by placing twigs on their pillow. I was sleeping on the top bunk that year. Sure enough, there were twigs on my pillow. I thought I was going to die.
- For joining forces to steal computer monitors from our high school and smash them on big rocks. The Apple 2e monitor would not break. That thing was indestructable.
- For letting Troy and me talk you into joining us at the community college for a jam session even though you were drunk. You kept saying, "Guys, I don't feel so hot," and Troy and I kept reassuring you that your time was really strong and that you should keep playing. Fire People, we lied to you. Your time was really bad.
- For telling your wife of several years that out of all the women you've ever loved, she was the most recent.
- For always being there to lend a hand. Do you remember that time I had a big paper to write for our philosophy class, but I left it until the night before it was due? You tried to help by brewing me some "super coffee," which had approximately 18 parts coffee grind to every one part water. I drank a whole pot of that swill, even munching on the unfiltered grains after all the liquid coffee was gone. Head pounding and vision blurry, I set to work, writing and writing until I was overcome by vertigo, at which point I spent several hours in your IKEA swivel chair moaning softly and trembling in a fetal position. When the newspaper arrived at 5 a.m. the following morning, I needed source material, so I got up from the swivel chair, quoted from a front-page article unrelated to the topic of my paper, and fell asleep, still trembling, on the living room floor.
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