It was in an early film class circa 1996. I sat in the back of the class…he sat in the back of the class. I wasn’t paying attention, I was doodling. Wait…he’s doodling. He can’t do that. I’m the one who sits in the back of the class, who doesn’t pay attention, who doodles…how dare he. I hate him.
Then we became friends.
We were both in Ski Club, and had mutual friends. Next thing I knew we were in his basement, slathering papier mache strips onto giant balloons so we could make heads for our Sorcerer’s Apprentice and Minnie Halloween Costumes.
Vaughn was a truly great friend growing up, and a worthy partner in crime. He still has the ability to make me crack up over virtually anything. It’s almost enough to make me want to pull up my roots here in New York and move to California!
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