This is how I found you. Sorry for the confusion in my letters. I’m trying to retrace my steps to better narrate the story of connecting with you…but I can’t remember where I saw that address! The only thing I am sure of, is that in looking for my hand clapping video, I happened upon this website. I had my doubts that it belonged to my film-making friend…the design of each blog, or story, wafted warm-cookie-baking-nostalgia to my nose. I inhaled through every pore, I read every blog with unstoppable voracity. After all, it was very entertaining–You are very entertaining. Anyhow, at one instance of scrolling to the bottom of the page, I caught sight of “christopherh” and my ears went out. My toes trembled. My insides took flight while my body stayed grounded. It couldnt be, HAD to be…you.
March 9th, 2008 at 1:25 am
HEY TOPHER DO YOU REMEMBER ME I AM ONE OF THE ORIGINAL MOON MONSTERS FROM CAMP WHITTLE.
April 5th, 2008 at 10:44 am
This is how I found you. Sorry for the confusion in my letters. I’m trying to retrace my steps to better narrate the story of connecting with you…but I can’t remember where I saw that address! The only thing I am sure of, is that in looking for my hand clapping video, I happened upon this website. I had my doubts that it belonged to my film-making friend…the design of each blog, or story, wafted warm-cookie-baking-nostalgia to my nose. I inhaled through every pore, I read every blog with unstoppable voracity. After all, it was very entertaining–You are very entertaining. Anyhow, at one instance of scrolling to the bottom of the page, I caught sight of “christopherh” and my ears went out. My toes trembled. My insides took flight while my body stayed grounded. It couldnt be, HAD to be…you.