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Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
Remember that one time back in high school when we "borrowed" the biology teacher's van and hit the highway? We drove north to Canada, intent on joining the RCMP, but my pathological fear of horses, coupled with your pathological fear of red uniforms, made that plan somewhat untenable. Instead we took jobs in a piano factory, where we worked happily until we were fired for leaving off the black keys on a whole batch of baby grands. Having lost our only source of income, we were politely kicked out of our luxurious apartment in Downtown Canada, and we returned to Davis with nothing to show for our adventuring but a gallon of maple syrup and a duffel bag stuffed with black piano keys. Good times, man.
I still have half of those black keys. I remember how when I left Davis you told me to take my fair share. They've travled with me everywhere and they always make me think of you and that time in Canada *happy sigh*