Daniel (Rex) Clark:  

ept. During lunch, I was most likely in one of the tiny practice rooms desperately trying to play Metallica riffs on a friend's electric guitar. My life was a bad episode from an after-school special. While the general population shunned me for my numerous superficial anomalies, I found some acceptance within the clique of miscreants with similar funny haircuts. That shred of friendliness taught me some valuable lessons about life and about people. Lessons which I still carry with me today. I'm sure the misery I experienced walking the halls of Wasilla High helped make me who I am, and for that I'm sorely grateful. While the "popular" kids mostly grew up to be auto mechanics, parents, and strippers, I concentrated on developing myself intellectually and artistically. Some people ran off any got married right after highschool, a few moved to other states and made something of themselves, some never grew up and are still doing the same things they did back then. I like to think I'm different than all of these people, but I fear that's not necessarily true. I live in Seattle and own a business that does online retail & custom merchandise manufacturing. I play various instruments in an (original music, not cover-) band, and involve myself with independent film, video production, etc. However, in no way do any of these projects define my existence. I would like to hear from a few of the people I used to know back in the day. Since I've moved out of Alaska completely, I've lost touch with almost everyone. I paid for this account to get one email address for someone I've always regretted losing touch with. Once I wrote my old friend (who now lives in L.A.), I quickly discovered that she had no interest in talking to me any more. All these years of searching for an old friend have boiled down to nothing. But I still have a funny hair cut... and that's what really counts. :)