Reflections

WARNING! There may be more than the usual amounts of spelling errors in this post. And I do not give a shit.

An old friend rolled into town today. This is always a good thing. This is someone I have known for close to 1/2 of my life. From my high school days. A long ass time ago.

So what did we do? Get piss ass drunk. What else? I had to get my "dinner" from a 24 hour Mc fucking Donalds. And the "dinner" was off the breakfast menu. As I sip my "morning" coffee at 5:45 AM - wondering when the fuck I will ever get to sleep - I have to stop to reflect on things.

1. I still have a full head of hair. This is good. A LOT of people I went to high school with are bald mother fuckers now. HA HA!!!You are bald and I am not!!!!

2. A lot of people I went to high school with are fat bastards not. I am not fat. HA HA! You fat bastards!!!!

The friend who came to town is not someone I see often. In fact the last time I saw this person was when I had to drive to Live Oak Florida - just south of Georgia. That was a good 4 or maybe 5 years ago.

Right now my math really sucks.

Anyhow it was a good time. There was much beer drinking. I busted out with the junior and senior yearbook. Myspace and Facebook were searched for hot chicks from way back when. Some were located, some were not.

By the way - (Name Withheld) really REALLY hot redheaded chick, Southwest Miami High class of 92 - you were voted hotest chick in the class by three drunk guys. Well mostly one drunk guy. Me. Beating out even Erika, the super hot blond chick. Please leave a comment if you read this and you are still hot. Seriously. You have NO IDEA. Well maybe you do but whatever. Leave a comment anyway. It would be fun to catch up, no matter what is going on now. If you are not hot and/or have 50 kids then ehhhhhhhhh. You know how it is.

By the way - Erika you can leave comments too. So can anyone from that class I might know. If you think you may have been my friend - or at least knows who I was - back then.

Otherwise - fuck you.

Holy shit. No matter how fucking drunk I get I never look for the old ass ancient old testament era yearbooks.

Except for special occasions. And what it a special occasion? Catching up with old friends from WAY back in the day. When it seemed like a good idea to do stupid shit.

Anyhow it was all good.

Today, when / if I wake up - there will be more fun. A certain movie theater manager from back in the day will be tracked down. And there will be much free popcorn. And free movies.

Unless said manager - a close friend from back in the day - turned into a dick.

But I know this person - who shall remain nameless. For multiple reasons. I have gotten stoned and drunk in the presence of said person. We used to play Sonic The Hedgehog. While stoned.

So if he denies the gang today he is a dick. Friends are friends after all.

I fully expect free something. Popcorn or movie admission. Or both.