I guess I haven't changed much...

[outsdr]

So, I was wandering around the Cumberland Wal-Mart, which wasn't even built when I last hung out in this area. A tall thin man with glasses walked up to me.

"Excuse me," he said, 'Are you a painter?"

"No," said I.

"Oh. You look familiar."

"I don't think so; I'm visiting from Wyoming."

He shrugged. "You look like someone I knew when I went to Frostburg University. He did paintings, did something that looked like the Punisher symbol on a truck hood"

I did a small double-take. "I graduated from Frostburg in 1994. And I did a painting of a skull on my truck hood."

He looked excited. "You had a studio in old Compton Hall, right? I got a tour of it when I was a freshman! I really liked your paintings!"

I had that studio when I was in my second senior year. Or was it my third senior year? It was one of them, at least. I thanked him, and told him how flattered I was that he remembered me. He said he had a good memory. I asked him his name.

"Brian Rains."

I have no idea who he is.