High School Reunions
I have my 20 year high school reunion at the end of this month. A while ago I recieved an invitation in the mail (how the hell these assholes got my address is beyond me since I purposely keep it unlisted) and it seemed legit enough. I thought for about 2 seconds whether or not I wanted to attend this and before I could blink an eye, I simply decided "NO".
Why the fuck do I wanna go see a bunch of people I haven't seen in 20 years who probably don't even remember me? And more importantly I don't remember? No joke - once I graduated, I put that life behind me quicker than Cat Stevens dropped Rock n Roll for Islam. That's kinda stupid. I was a weirdo in high school - withdrawn and a total loner - I don't think I even spoke 2 words to anyone on a given day, so for me to try to feign interest in these aging, balding losers going through their mid-life crises while in denial would be a complete waste of my time.
High school sucked for me. Period. It wasn't until I finally graduated and could begin life on my own did I begin to develop into what you have today - for better or for worse - (for worse I'd prefer but that's okay).
If I were to go back I'd probably get as many people drunk as possible, break a few beer bottles over a few skulls (I don't forget a grudge that easily), slap a few titties while I'm at it and show everyone my fat zit-covered hairy ass as the cops are hauling me off to County to get a court date and to meet my new inmate who crossed over from Tijuana illegally. I don't speak Spanish but I'll make Paco my bitch in English, German, and French. Heh. Ficken Sie nicht mit dieser Amerikaner, meine kleine schlampe.
So fuck high school reunions I say. If your friends were truly your friends in high school, you woulda found a way to keep in touch with them all these years and not have to rely on some bullshit Romie And Michelle feel-good stunt in order to do so.
Heh.
Why the fuck do I wanna go see a bunch of people I haven't seen in 20 years who probably don't even remember me? And more importantly I don't remember? No joke - once I graduated, I put that life behind me quicker than Cat Stevens dropped Rock n Roll for Islam. That's kinda stupid. I was a weirdo in high school - withdrawn and a total loner - I don't think I even spoke 2 words to anyone on a given day, so for me to try to feign interest in these aging, balding losers going through their mid-life crises while in denial would be a complete waste of my time.
High school sucked for me. Period. It wasn't until I finally graduated and could begin life on my own did I begin to develop into what you have today - for better or for worse - (for worse I'd prefer but that's okay).
If I were to go back I'd probably get as many people drunk as possible, break a few beer bottles over a few skulls (I don't forget a grudge that easily), slap a few titties while I'm at it and show everyone my fat zit-covered hairy ass as the cops are hauling me off to County to get a court date and to meet my new inmate who crossed over from Tijuana illegally. I don't speak Spanish but I'll make Paco my bitch in English, German, and French. Heh. Ficken Sie nicht mit dieser Amerikaner, meine kleine schlampe.
So fuck high school reunions I say. If your friends were truly your friends in high school, you woulda found a way to keep in touch with them all these years and not have to rely on some bullshit Romie And Michelle feel-good stunt in order to do so.
Heh.
posted by Machine at 2:21 PM
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