Hey Cal, remember when you used to bomb down to San Mateo for things like Whazzgiving? You’d make vegetarian gravy and fight with Greg all the way home on the train? Where would the legend of whazzgiving be without you and your taunting during an otherwise tame game of Monopoly? YOU WORE BLING, NEVER FORGET THAT. You can’t make this picture go away, Cal. You’re one of us, no matter how many marathons you run, or many glasses of juice you make.