Wednesday, June 25, 2008

06/25/82 La Paz, Bolivia

I went over to the house of my then closest friend to avoid seeing the bride for 24 hours prior to our wedding ceremony. We hung out and listened to music and he showed me the next new thing. It was called a compact disc and it was a marvel. Pete was probably one of very first people in Bolivia to have a CD player. I knew then that CD's would never replace albums because they were so small and everybody liked the big art package of record albums.

So I crashed on Pete's couch for the night. Pete was going to be my best man. He was going to stand up for me at my wedding.

But he would not show up. He would let me down.

How come Pete didn't show up?
no idea. never asked, never cared
Pete is lame
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