You ever had those surreal moments when you think that if
you went back in time and told yourself something that had happened, your
former self wouldn't believe you?
In 1994 I was a senior at Chugiak High School in Alaska. I was working at
a tool rental, making sweet $8 an hour part time; spending my nights
alternating partying (read: drinking myself into a stupor out at the gravel
pits on native land) or playing Palladium RPG until 4AM. At school I would show up in the parking lot on
time (my mom kicked my ass out of bed), but sleep in my Bronco II until
homeroom, and then wander in to hit on chicks.
I literally barely graduated high school. In fact, under the current graduation requirements back home I wouldn’t graduate today. I was on the edge on credits and my GPA was 1.98; if my girlfriend (now my wife) hadn’t finished a correspondence course for me, I probably wouldn’t have graduated.
It’s not that I had trouble in school; I just thought it was stupid.
Anyways, back to the present. I opened up my mail today, and there was UPS package in it. Inside was a textbook. Like for school. And I’m in it.
Now, I’ve been in a couple of publications in the past, including Mark Deuze’s excellent Media Work; and of course game mags and the such. But this is a TEXTBOOK. FOR SCHOOLS.
I had actually forgotten that quite a while ago I wrote a whole bunch of answers to questions for Jeannie Novak, who I met taking classes at the Art Institute (my second stint, after dropping out the first time to take my entry-level game design gig). But today I open up Game Project Management, and BAM there I am, quoted throughout.
It’s a strange strange world. My past self who was focused on drinking, chicks, and gaming would never believe me.
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