A couple of years ago I saw in the local newspaper that the East Islip High School graduating class of 1975 was having their 35 year reunion. I thought these things were celebrated in rounder numbers. I know there was a 10, 20, and 25, but 35?
I have not been to any of these reunions. First of all, it was $110 per person. And B, I have no desire to see people I hardly remember anyway. Any high school friends I hung around with are either dead, in prison, or I have located on Facebook. That’s the great thing about Facebook. you find people you haven’t spoken to in years. The bad thing about Facebook is you find people you haven’t spoken to in years. “Oh crap, I remember you, you’re an asshole. Now I have to start the whole process of getting rid of you all over again.”
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