Who do you keep in touch with from high school?
Really only one person from the school where I graduated. For awhile there, it was really a matter of trying to figure out who was still alive, and, of those, who isn’t in prison.
As I get older, there’s less of that. But I was always an “outsider” at the school where I graduated. It was a stepping-stone, and I viewed it as such.
I’m okay with that, though, as the only person I really keep tabs on is the only one who really understood what my situation was like.
I didn’t grow up in the ghetto. (No, I grew up in various sets of Army quarters; I can remember, as a kid, my dad only being allotted a two bedroom/one bath apartment.) I didn’t have a parent who suffered from mesothelioma. Just one of those things, I suppose. Yes, I do have some pertinent memories…like seeing a young Michael Vick roll left, and fire a pass sixty yards flat-footed, and realizing he was going to be the better quarterback than Ronald Curry.
I could rattle on for hours about that, but I really don’t care to. Are there folks I wonder about? Sometimes. How much time do I spend on it? Not a lot.
Things are kind of going okay today; I couldn’t say the same yesterday. I am completely exhausted, though. Friday can’t get here soon enough.
Because of that, I’m going to slack on coming up with a new prompt for tomorrow. Maybe it’d be a good day to free-write?