And then we have the weird responses to your tye-dyed informers’ shpeel about the site, where you all come to get your fixes of course. Here’s a few of the more tasty ones:
“Ya,he always pushed the envelope.”
“Like a shock jock.”
“Were you always rebellious?”
It was weird, as an adult that has forgotten more then he’ll ever remember about his high school days, some people had amazing recollection of a time that most would prefer to forget. Not yours truly of course, though I would be lying if I said I loved it all. School for me was a confusing and turbulent time, but not as far as I recall a rebellious time. I was the kid that had hit his head so many times on poles and other inanimate objects so many times because I was always looking at the ground. Found a lot of cool stuff on the ground in a lot of different places, but at some point I needed to learn to look up. And I did, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to spell check my shtuff! But back to the cosmic bizarreness.
So as the booze began to flow more liberally, and flow it did, everyone began to loosen up. I kept having flash backs to childhood involving people that I saw. I’m not sure if anyone else was walking, or more to the point jogging, down memory road quite like I was but it was fun to watch and also to participate. It was funny, it seemed like every memory I had, especially about the friends I spent the most time with, was times we had before high school. Some of those are….
