A Few Good Friends
This here is my main man P. Justin Rossi. When he's not jumping off his parent's dock into the Gulf of Mexico (as seen in this photo here), he enjoys shark fishing, shooting trap and reading Danielle Steel novels. I met Justin in first grade during a thermonuclear dynamics conference. It was love at first sight. We became good friends and enjoyed our middle-school years questioning the authority of faculty and administrators at our Alma Mater, Bishop Larkin Catholic Interparochial School. We went to two years of public high school together, but Justin transferred because he made too many enemies. Nevertheless, we've stayed close. Presently Justin is pre-law and pre-med at Harvard University, and that's no joke.
This here is my girl[space]friend, Kelli Wood, or K-Woo. See, Kelli and I spend a lot of time together, but she has a boyfriend (who he hates me). Such is life. Anyway, we met in Fall Semester 2005 at the University of Florida when we took an astronomy class together. But we really didn't hang out until a few months ago. Since then, we've been close, and I don't know where I'd be now if it wasn't for her...well, I'd probably be dating a really nice girl, but whatever. Unfortunately, Kelli is studying abroad this semester in Florence, Italy (as seen in this photo). She's an art history and political science major, so Florence was an obvious choice. And she speaks Italian.
Ah, yes...the one-and-only Aziz Malik. My apologies for the middle-digit salutation. What can I say? We met formerly in 10th grade at Land O' Lakes High School during a shoving match in the library before class. Needless to say, I pushed him into some chairs, and life went on. We would later give an encore our senior year. Basically, I drove him around a lot to after-school functions, we made fun of our classmates together, and we went to the movies a lot. And we fought for the attention of our mutual best friend, Adam Yanchunis. Presently, Aziz is at Vanderbilt University studying history, economics, philosophy, and how say "please and "thank you." Oh, and he doesn't eat pork because he's Muslim, so don't dry cooking for the ungrateful sun-of-a-gun. And no, he's not a terrorist...yet, anyway.
