I never wanted the high school one, was vocal about it, i was pissed off that they used my artwork in it, cropped my signature off it in the picture, and credited "artist unknown" i only went for the school nonconformist picture (voted unanimously, though i threw out my ballot) because a teacher paid me $5 to do it after i refused , i argued that not doing it was more appropriate.

I was a social outcast and treated like crap by everyone, so i hated them all, my abusive father was the school day janitor, so everyone targeted me when they knew i would get a beating in front of the principals office (small rural school) if i fought back, ended up bitter, cynical, and wanting nothing to do with any of them.

My mother insisted on buying the yearbook then added it to the ledger (every cent she slent on me and demanded i pay her back), i was 18 and living in my car in the parking lot and worked until 1am after school, the $5 was the only reason i went for the picture.

Anyway i burned the yearbook almost immediately, also my diploma. Only time i smoked was a huge cigar at graduation (parents beat me for refusing to go so i did it, i was already 18 but things sucked. I blew smoke in everyones face like bender bending Rodriguez at that spider tapestry galla (just being a jerk, one last f you to those shitz who tortured me for years).