April 27, 2005
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When The Past Googles You…
So out of nowhere Charlotte gives me a call saying some random called her up asking her for my number. Before giving it to him, she thought it might be a bit sketchy, so asked for his number instead, but he wanted it to be a surprise so he would not disclose his name.
It’s a mexico number. Now, most people in mexico above the poverty line have maids, so if I call without knowing who called me it could get awkward, but a guy answered so I knew I had it.
Hay alguien ahi que conoce a Dustin Stephens? Someone there that knows Dustin Stephens?
He’s like, guess who this is? We used to sit in art class and draw Christie Brinkley, when we played soccer I used yell obscenities at you. Dude, c’mon, I played lunch soccer throughout primary school. But I guess, Cesar Hank, a friend who had called me up out of the blue five years ago when he found my number. Nope. Iker, Vicente, Manolo… he doesn’t say anything, and I start to lose relevant guesses. Isidoro Sarfati? Well he says, you already guessed but not fully.
And I’m like, hey if I already got it you gotta tell me. Well Vicente it is, and it took me a bit to get the last name but I pulled it out of the depths of my memory: Vicente Licona. He googled my ass, after he had found that Trey Tepichin was at Harvard law with his Georgetown sweetheart, yet another ASF (American School Foundation) alumni, and one getting married soon. (Watch out for that name, he might be president soon enough, I kid you not).
So we catch up, and it’s a trip to hear what all these people have been up to. Who works with their dad, who’s gay, who dropped off the face of the earth like me.
And im like, bitch, you found me off the blog, you better be sending me a picture so you can be on it. With out further ado, I give you the blast from the past.
Vicente Licona, y novia Claudia.
Ain’t the webernet wondrous?
