Hey Bri, I'm an anarchist

Evan and I became friends over spy gear. It was during one of those periods in Kindergarten that is explicitly set off for free time. I don't know where those times went; I want some time explicitly earmarked for free time.

I used to read books about spies and detectives. Magazines too, I think. One of them had a diagram for this clever way to spy on people: cut two eye holed in a newspaper, so you look like you're reading the paper but actually you're spying on people. I was building such a device, unperturbed by the fact that seeing a 6-year-old kid reading a newspaper would be more suspicious than seeing a kid staring at someone, when this kid - I have no recollection what he looked like - came up to me. That kid turned out to be my best friend, even as we switched schools. That kid was Evan.

Soon, our duo was made a trio with the addition of Bennet. We did boy things. Nerd-boy things, but boy things. Like building snow forts and wrestling/fighting/finding creative ways to hurt each other. Also, there was, often, Magic: The Gathering and occasionally Dungeons and Dragons. Computer games became popular one computer games started to exist (it is strange to think that I grew up in a time when SimCity was considered good graphics).

Politics was no where in that whole sequence. Certainly I was the most political of the bunch. Evan was vaguely Democratic, but certainly not passionate.

As we went to different elementary and middle schools, we ceased to be involved in each other's day-to-day lives. I could not, therefore, place the moment that Evan became an anarchist.