Long story short, I bullied Charlie's bully, and so we became friends.
I would walk 2 hours to his house just to play Black OPS 1 and Bad Company 1.
Just like mine, his parents were often gone...but his fridge was always full.
So we would always concoct the craziest snacks known to man.
Growing up poor has made me frugal.
Finding out I can revisit these memories for free has brought me immense joy.
Thanks to everyone that made this project possible.

RIP Charlie
The pale-est motherf*cker I know.
So pale that he needed sunscreen to open the fridge.
Paler than Casper's asshole.