De arrugas y fracasos.
I can't help but notice when people are struggling to wrest an identity not from their situation and their place in all of this (you know?), but from the people they know and the things they like and things of that sort. I sympathize, a little. Jannette's I think used-to-be best friend came over to say hi today, and she always makes me sad in that respect.
Today becomes this morning, and Michael (the one from this email) intimates that I made his life a living hell all through junior high and high school. Which, of course, is very unlike me (if you ask me) and makes me feel terrible. Especially since we're back in touch and see each other regularly. As for all of that before, now it's all over but the bleeding.
This is where I become a nice guy.
. . .
I may or may not have a bench warrant out for those two outstanding speeding tickets I got in the past few months and I don't want to find out.
. . .
Does anyone remember Night Trap and what an amazingly terrifying and fun game it was?
Today becomes this morning, and Michael (the one from this email) intimates that I made his life a living hell all through junior high and high school. Which, of course, is very unlike me (if you ask me) and makes me feel terrible. Especially since we're back in touch and see each other regularly. As for all of that before, now it's all over but the bleeding.
This is where I become a nice guy.
. . .
I may or may not have a bench warrant out for those two outstanding speeding tickets I got in the past few months and I don't want to find out.
. . .
Does anyone remember Night Trap and what an amazingly terrifying and fun game it was?