My gosh...his fingers broken because the abuser wanted to know what it sounded like?!?!
Geezus christ.
While he might be bitter about his past (who wouldn't after THAT?!), he's doing just fine.
Why reminisce about those awkward teenage years anyways? Bleck.
I went to a brief partial high school reunion two or three years after graduation (I can't remember which). Quick in and out. Never again do I want to see ANY of those douchebags.
I must have been temporarily daft to go in the first place. They didn't like me, I sure as hell don't like them. What was I thinking?!
You won't see me at another high school reunion ever again.
In fact, the further I get away from this shitty city, the better.
