The front side of the comment sheet that my peers were supposed to write on as the book got passed around the circle. Larry Mann, the first reviewer, was the co-head of the anime club on campus, Cal Animage Epsilon, which I used to attend (back in those now-unimaginable days where you almost had to be a member of an anime club in order to see any in the U.S., and almost all of it was in the original Japanese with no subtitles or dubbing). I happen to remember that the guy who got me on the root beer thing was a guy I used to always crack jokes with in class — our senses of humor were weirdly in sync. Can't remember his name, just that he was a fan of The Jazz Butcher (we used to have days in class where we'd do nothing but work on our projects, and people could bring in CDs to play on the CD player — for my own part, I freaked out everybody with Nitzer Ebb's "Showtime"). The person who loved "the splatter shots" was this one sort of punky / gothy chick who was pretty dang cool.

I realize the above paragraph is uninteresting to anyone but me (and perhaps my classmates) — just taking the opportunity to preserve some of my memories.