Two in Summer 2016

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?

I’m not sure.