The G.S.B.: The Power of Three

In high school, we were it. We were rarely seen apart, and we shared all of our classes together. Then naturally we went our separate ways. One to a family life of sorts, the other to a military life, and then there's me. I can't define my life, or shall I say, I choose not to. When I choose to live by the definition I won't get any farther than that, and I can't settle for that. I'm undefined because as I see it, I'm always changing.

This little logo is something I made up when after high school for awhile we kept in touch. It was the head of our email newsletters to each other.



Here was the real deal 6 years ago, in 2002:


In a way we sort of keep in touch. I keep in touch with S. G keeps in touch with S, but that is as far as it will ever be.

This picture has painful memories attached to it, and those memories are perhaps the very reason we grew apart as we did....But there we were, in all our glory, with our drink of choice then: Brisk Lemonade. We were referred to school wide as The G.S.B. and we did everything together.