This week my boss played Molly Hatchett at work. I said, I think I made out with some boy in his Monte Carlo to this, back in H.S. (I probably didn't, but it coulda happened). And I also colored a picture for charity and wrote Blue Oyster Cult lyrics in the sky.
It's taken 30 years to turn some isolating h.s. memories into semi-fond ones. Shit man, anything can happen.
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