I’m old. That means I have jawns from so far back in the day that it wouldn’t have occurred to me to search for info or pics on them when they were around. So I started with my sophomore year of college ‘boyfriend’ Arkeem (known as Keem), who used to buy me and my roommates alcohol back when all we could handle was Malibu and Peach Schnapps. He was not otherwise terribly impressive considering he pulled a classic not-calling for a week move one too many times, so I phased him out in the sixth month. Keem smoked Winstons, drove a station wagon with foam 8-balls hanging from the rear view mirror, and had a waterbed. I met him at Tommy’s Pizza in Harvard Square. Anyway I just found this picture of him (left) singing in high school. What a choirlame.