My 10 year high school reunion is tomorrow night, and its taking place only two blocks from my house. Its a great chance to catch up with old friends, forgotten faces, and cherished memories that have been lost over the inevitable flow of time. So, of course, I ain't going to that shit. My high school class, for lack of a better description, was friggin' terrible. I think I graduated with somewhere around 200 people, and I don't think there is one of them who I'd be excited enough to see to make me want to put up with the other 199 of 'em. Hell, I looked at the RSVP website, and to be perfectly honest, I don't recognize or remember somewhere around 90% of the names on there. For fuck's sake, I can't even remember the names and faces of people I meet THIS WEEK, much less those of people I may have shared a 30 minute class with 10 years ago. Our public school was also pretty segregated (70/30 black/white), not as in unequal or anything, its just that unless it was for class or sports, there just wasn't much social mixing. Sad thing, but that's the way it was, and the way I'm sure it still is at a buttload of places. The other names, for the most part, belong to certain niche categories: 1) Druggie 2) Saved by the local crazy culty church 3) People who are alright, I guess, but I didn't really hang around them enough to justify me putting up with an evening with the other fuckers I mean, I see these people out in public every once in a while, and I'm cordial and nice and I'm glad to see them and reminisce, but for the most part, I fell out of touch with these assholes for a reason, and I'm not broken up about that one iota. I have my one buddy who I've been friends with since kindergarten who I still talk to everyday (he's even the Godfather to my son) that I graduated with, and I'm perfectly ok with that. And he's going fishing this weekend, so fuck him. Ha! The hard part has been ducking the planning committee. HOLY SHIT, these people are relentless. I get email after email after email asking me to RSVP or to buy a ticket or to put up money for sponsorship- its been a never-ending cycle of I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-Leave-Me-Alone. But despite my big talk here, I'm not an asshole, so I don't say that and just ignore them. Until I see these people in public. Ugh. At least I have a couple of excuses with the new baby and my health (kinda stretching on the latter, but so what- eff these people if they weren't close enough to me at the time of my accident to know what my current status is), so I'm kinda off the hook. I'm sorry people, I know yall mean well and everything, and I appreciate that. But like a said earlier, its not worth my money or my time with from my wife and child to remember "the good ol' days". And to think, I was voted runner-up for the "Mr. <School Name>" honor. Ha! What can I say- if you had to sum me up with one word back then, you'd be stuck here for another 10 years in a never-ending-back-and-forth gridlock trying to decide between "Innocent" and "Naive". Anywho, this week was long, and I need a drink. I made tuna ceviche for tonight. Yay!