Good ole Curd
An old friend of mine recently appeared on my website. I haven't seen him in years, but everytime I see someone named J. it always reminds me of J. Curd, whom I used to work with.
He was an intern back in our now-defunct company. He seemed young and crazy so we got along pretty well.
I remembered early one morning, I walked by his cube, and he's already sitting there coding away, but I couldn't help but saw the tag from his T-shirt hanging on the outside. I did not say a word. Two minutes later Koetting walked by, laughed and gave him crap about wearing the T-shirt inside out. And then apparently he just took of his shirt on the spot, turn it inside out, and plopped it back on again. Not in the restroom, but at his cube, in the office!
And another morning, at 10-ish, Curd's cube was empty. Nobody knows if he's showing up that day. So Koetting called him to find out what's up. Apparently, his poor dog drank a whole thing of Lysol and then puked all over the apartment.
Then there are stories where him and his friends ran into the mounted police while playing golf after midnight at Forest Park. And the time he got caught speeding doing 35 on a 20, and went to the court to represent himself, and got off scoot free. And also how his apt always smelled weird: he suspected that the kids downstairs are manufacturing "ya-know-wha" in the apt... I think one day they got busted by the police.
Oh, and his jeep. That red wrangler has these huge-ass tires that come up to my waist. Inside the jeep it's like an police secret ops van. GPS, DVD, and remote controls for everything, fire extinguishers, parachute-style safety harness...etc, and a bunch of programming textbooks. The one and only time I rode in the jeep, I have to pull myself up with two hands on the handle in order to get into the jeep, and when I got off, I have to jump in order to get back to the ground.
When Koetting's was going through a tough phase, Curd and I put together a CD compilation featuring all the obnoxious rap music, took a photo of Em|nem in his sweatshirt and baggy jeans and his blinks blinks, photoshopped in Koetting's face instead, and left the CD on Koetting's desk. We all had a good laugh for days.
I remembered when I registered for this site's domain I had to ask for his help. His reaction: "what the hell is 4 aunties? why do you call yourself aunties?" and then proceeded to laugh and threatened to tell the whole office about my domain.
I saw him stopped by at the chatterbox couple of days ago. It'll be nice to see him again, and listen to him and Koetting rap crap while I roll of the floor laughing.