The Darkest Evil

Sometimes, I wonder if I should go to my high school reunion once it rolls around. I mean, it’s inevitable, like death, pain and taxes. High school was very much like my childhood. A painful time of confusion and doubt that I really don’t really want to recur. An example of all the hypocrisy in culture and the question “are THESE supposed to be the best times of my life?” I highly hope not, because I was not happy in high school. High school was not a good time for me and I think that it would be highly dishonest to say so.

There are a couple of people that I would love to see again, I will admit that. There are a couple of people whose company that I did enjoy while at Klein Oak. But they were either not in my graduating class or they are too few and far in between. In fact, I am reminded of a vague memory of graduation day. The ceremonies were over and I wanted to go and wish one of my good friends, Natalie Herrig, good luck. I had to go get my diploma first, after all, that was the more imperative issue. After all, I bet that you would agree that attaining the one thing you’ve been chasing for 13 years is more important. However, after I got my diploma, Natalie was gone. So was her sister. So I never got to say what I wanted to say to her. And it was something that I really needed to say because she was very important to me. She was not my girlfriend, she enjoyed the company of Bobby Moore much more and I respected her right to choose, despite the fact that Bobby was a prick.

I would also love to see Kendra at a 10 year high school reunion, show her my Canadian Certificate of Citizenship and say “Boo yah! Told ya I was in Canada!”. Of course, why should I even bother with her? I’ve already gained the victory over her. I know the truth for what it is and that is something that she cannot claim. For that, I am highly grateful. I would love to see all the people who called me a loser and thought that I was a retard and shove my success in their face. Of course, that is not my way. Some people would think that I’d stab a barkeep for his last loonie at closing time. That is not my way, especially when I can tax him instead.

So, would I go to my high school reunion? Probably not. I mean, why should I? To visit with people I don’t care for just to meet the one or two that actually matter to me. And plus, everyone there would be soused to the gill and that’s just disgusting. I am probably going to travel to Houston on certain occasions and sure, I would let my friends back in the states know so I can hang out with them at the airport while I am waiting for the connecting flight or whatever.

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