Challenger

I know several people who are known by their 1st name….Bob. Lucky for them the article name fits what I am talking about. Usually (like this article) there’s not a lot of thinking going on in my head, I just scurmie through my brain and put a bunch of crazy words together like “bomb” and “diggity” and…”Bob”. It’s a job and someone has to do it.

I knew a Bob once, I’d have to say that I haven’t seen him in years. He was older and a father figure to everyone who lived near me. He really didn’t teach us anything; just he was the life of the party most of the time. He had a mullet the 1st couple of years and one day he just cut it off….I miss the mullet, Bob. He was skinny as a rail and didn’t walk a lot. He just sat down and told jokes and talked like he was one of us…he was one of us. I miss Bob. If you have any information about Bob then please contact me at my cell phone number. If you don’t have my celly then get it from someone. I know a lot of people have it.

There’s a lot of Bobs at this school. Ha-ha, you know who you are. There’s that really tall one and he looks nothing like his brother Kurtis and then there’s Ryan “Bob” . I don’t really know who he is; Amanda Walters told me that they call him Bob. Guys are so lucky though because they get all the cool names like Ed, Phil, Bill, Ken, Ray, Chuck, Don, Dan, Jimbo, Jethro, Jed, Skip, Dave, George, Denny, Benny, or my favorite Bob.
The name Bob really means a lot when it is said. Takes me back to the good times 2 houses down, bon fire nights, and swinging and crazy bottle rocket battles. One night my shirt caught on fire, thanks John B. It was a time when nobody cared and we all just hung out together no matter what. Now Utica sucks…Bob moved away and everyone passed the drivers license test, finally.