Hello all.
My name is Justin Ashcroft, and here's the trip:
I was sitting at home, bored out of my mind and I decide to look up some stuff about my past. I start in grade school, etc. Then I notice one Google webpage about me. Someone is talking about me on a message board. So my interest is peaked and what do I see? Holy Shit. An Elan Forum. I just spent the last 5 hours reading this forum.
For those that don't know me, I went to Elan 7 from Valentine's Day (2/14) 1997 to August 18, 1999. I was the LAST of the old kids: by the time I left, 14 was the median age. I was 19 when I left, and a Coordinator. Shit, I would've left a lot earlier but couldn't. And since I had no friends living in the middle of Maine, I wasn't going to split.
I have to say, Elan was a fucked up place. I had some wonderful times, to be sure, but most days were cruel. I tried to talk about it, to hang out with former friends, but i never knew how. I was only able to get ahold of one, and he went into the Army or something and I lost contact (yeah, that's you, Virag). I was in Elan for many of the more famous residents: Konapasek, Gould, the Cantaruttis, White, Diaz, etc).
I learned to just talk about it with friends and family, the experiences of Elan. Most times, I was misunderstood simply because no one else in my fucking world had a point of reference to what I was talking about. I think it is in tribute to Human Nature that we can go to such an alien place, and end up with (at least a few) good memories. Ah, the trouble I used to get into with Adam Johnson and Jordan Eisman...
Anyway, Flame Me, Console Me, Compliment Me or Ignore Me...it doesn't matter.
Today is a good day. :smokin: