I knew a kid in high school that would pass the time by signing his name. Just writing autograph after autograph. He didn’t do it artistically or as vandalism. He just did it repeatedly. He’d sign a page in his notebook like 100 times. Sometimes, in math class, he’d show me the work he’d done. I’d nod my head and fake a look of interest—that look with raised eyebrows and a mouth halfway between a frown and a smile.
I never understood the obsession with signing his name. I was a lazy note taker, sure, but at least I paid some attention.
We were never really friends. We aren’t even friends on Facebook! He hasn’t crossed my mind since I graduated high school. I probably wouldn’t have thought of him and his autographing again. Then I had to go and make this:
I guess him and I aren’t so different after all.
Side note: I bought a Super Nintendo in the early 90’s with the money I made from my First Communion. I made that image after recently seeing a sticker on the wall of a bathroom in a bar. I went 20-ish years before realizing that Nintendo and Aromando are the same length and end with the same three letters.