Here is a cross section of demented Newport High School Alumni from the mid-seventies to that guy in the middle who escaped the fog bound shores and wind twisted trees of Newport in 1968.
Then he came back, then he left, then he came back, then he left, then he came back. Finally he left and stayed left.
Somehow these desperate hombres showed up to worship at the altar of Cthulhu on Sunday evening. Don't worry, the guy on the far left was wearing black pants.
We all look old enough to know better, but looks can be deceiving?
