2004-02-11 - 8:17 a.m.
I was at my parents' the other day, looking through stuff I had packed away just to see if there was anything I needed or wanted.
I found my Kriss Kross CD. And put it back in the box. I found my blue doo-rag and was tempted to take it, but put it back too.
Really, most of this is stuff I had packed away before even finishing high school.
One of the things I found was a class picture from eighth grade. I can't remember anyone from it, but there are still a lot of names and faces coming to my mind.
Mikey and I got together to look at it.
"...dead; dead; moved away in ninth grade; didn't graduate; finished college; has a nice job now; still in college; in prison; leeching off his parents; don't know; now lives on the islands..."
We compared it to our grade 12 year book to see how many people left and how many were added. Ever notice that - the faces change but the numbers tend to stay the same?
I kept the picture out, I don't know why. That picture has a lot of people who were friends, who would become friends and people that would never let me forget their existence.
I don't see many of these people now. I really don't have a desire to see many of them.
