Is that a question?
Tricia was my very first crush way back in 5th grade. The difference between me and Joe is that I never worked up the nerve to ask her out (or in his pathetic case, write her a letter).
The lockers are stacked because that's the way they were at my old High School, which was a private preppy place in which we were forced to wear uniforms of navy blue and plaid.
The horrors of my youth pop up in Joe's past because, hey, we have to exorcize these demons somehow.
The middle panels depict Niki, my X, and one of the several time we broke up. Of course, if memory serves, it usually was me who did the dumping (save for the final nail in the coffin).