*sigh* all right, I just found out something horrifying in my past that I had completely forgotten, and it's making me burn with shame now that I know it. So much so that I'd rather you hear it from me now than from someone else later, so let me confess it now and get it out of my system, so that my conscience may be clean.
I was looking over my school yearbooks recently and found out that one of my kindergarten classmates, who at age 5 was one of my best friends (and whose last name I had forgotten since then)...
...was Byron Hall.
THE Byron Hall [http://atrocities.primaryerror.net/fatal.html].
Yes, I was on first-name terms, as a child, with that guy. Thankfully, I haven't seen him in years. Although yes, he was insane when I knew him, but not nearly THAT insane, at least he didn't seem so. My parents hated him, of course (and that was when he was 5), and at the time I had no idea why.
(oh yes, and he's a year older than me, which means in 2002 he was seventeen years old. Explains a lot, doesn't it?)