the wrong end of the telescope

My second family--my tiny little group of friends from high school, we were the lit magazine staff and we were all total word geeks--played word games constantly. Story-by-line, he-said-she-said, word and question...and I've kept at least two dozen pieces of paper with our stupid games scrawled across them, when the game turned out particularly well. They're probably only funny to us, but they're funny, and anyway...I like to remember the time in our lives when we lived in each other's pockets.