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2003 we had a sherrif election.. i voted came out into the park to walk to my truck and saw and old friend... then another.. pretty soon i saw most of my old class of '93.
I was in a rage a bit cuz none of the asshats called me or bothered to inform me of it.. yet again HS bs prep bastages.
And boy howdy let me tell ya. people change. all the snobs that wouldnt grace me with a look blabbed till eternity .. there was the typical small minded group of jocks that never change.. funny thing is I could honestly say in 10 years i could kick thier collective arses now. made me a bit happy seeing them.
the hottie cheerleaders.. and the flag line in band.. well lets just say 10 years puts on alot of weight. I had everyone say i havent changed at all in my looks except for glasses.. and im proud to say it lifted my spirits to have several of them give me that approving side ways up and down as i passed them.
the sad part was the ones that wasnt there. they did something with their life. moved outta this crappy small town and did something. also the fact that 12 of us are dead in 10 years didnt raise my hopes too much.
all in all.. i didnt give a rats behind for 90% of them in HS and I remember every mocking detail from those days being hazed and such. Old wounds never heal .. i said high.. bye came home to my wife and kids .. and thought
and pardon my language.. "fuck'em I got all the memories and life i want right here"
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