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Met my move critic friend from the University of Georgia in 1996. He took me to a press screening of the first Blair Witch. He hated it.
I sat next to him at one of the Kings of Comedy; laughed so hard, I left the theater sweating after listening to the late Bernie Mac. He walked saying, "I don't get it, " over and over again.
He took me to the only ladies' UGA basketball game of my life; some local Athens wings were great.
I considered him a successful bachelor. I made a suggestion once to lower his conversational tone almost to a whisper, especially at work. I think he was a little hard of hearing. He would not take my suggestion.
Eventually he got married and lived happily ever after.
But before he left Corporate America, he had a run in with a mean-spirited executive. They were both sons of the seventies. This was where he met his demise.
I drove a used Saturn to his wedding bought from his sister in Barrow county. His father told the third-funniest story I've heard in my life; used to be the first.
I will always remember my friend from UGA. Good times, good times.