Marc Levy

Cherry Hill East High School

Class of 1986

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Marc Levy - Class of 1986 - Cherry Hill East High School

First Name	Marc
Last Name	Levy
Graduation Year	Class of 1986
Gender	Male
City	N/A
State/Province	MD
Country	United States
Occupation	Test Pilot For Lazyboy
Married	Yes
Favorite School Memory	Blackmailing teachers for better grades (that was a hoot!). My "marriage" to Tanja Trapp. The Newsweek article. Slipping the DJ at prom a $20 to play "White Lines" and Cocaine" - Having the opportunity to play under and become friendly with Coach John Valorie. He is good people and bleeds Cougar Red. - Marianne Kuehl whom I miss dearly and who was very cool - Wallack ralphing on a passed-out Benson as the clock struck midnight on 12/31. Using second base as my pillow on after a July 3 Phillies game at the Vet and watching the fireworks and Springsteen's Born in the USA (then 2½ hours to get out of the parking lot) - celebrating Jeff's 18th with "Deep Throat" and "Basket Case" & the ol' standby, a Bruce Lee double flick with cheez whiz and Yoo Hoo (it simply doesn't get any better when your 16 and sex isn't possible that night)--------The following are inside jokes - Loo-ser - "He smells like Preperation-H" "The Bitch & The Stud" - The Beach House - Underwater Baseball - Night Swimming - Loafing - stealing the plates off a moving car - "squeak-B flat-squeak-squeak" - treated to the show (thanks Barb!) - Post Phillies group massage that damn near broke out into my first orgy - watching "The Wall" while doing ...(read more)
About Me	So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.&rdquo...(read more)