Ten Years, that’s it? We’ll wait for twenty!
I’m kinda fucked right now, forgive me.
So I went, I had a good time and the people who arranged it did a good job. (Special props to TC)
There wasn’t many people that I hung out with around, there was a few and it was nice catching up. Some of us got real fucked up, I couldn’t help but feel horrible for some of them. For all the rough times, I walked away horribly singed but I kept going.
Some became fodder for Jerry Springer, some ended up dead. Last week, one girl I knew ended up getting blown away with a shotgun. Her little girl ended up going to the neighbors house to tell them her mommy was killed. The husband that pulled the trigger is in the hospital now after he tried to kill himself after.
I remembered that girl with her man back then. She was so happy. She would walk the hallways with him, hands in each other’s ass pockets. I remembered hearing marriage talk between the two.
It’s amazing how sometimes what we want is our undoing.
