10 Fucking Years!

GLENDALE, CA (YIFTM) – Shit we’re getting old. Emails are surfacing about a potential 10 year PHS reunion to be held sometime this summer. Suffering from writer’s block, I’ve been fishing for something to write about this morning then this comes along.

Like a cat soaking wet and screaming or a fish out of water. That’s how I’d see myself at this upcoming event. And I don’t want to give the impression that I’m better than anyone in our graduating class. No, far from it. I’m actually worse. Much worse. So much so that I’m surprised I’m even getting an invitation. (That reminds me, I should scan that invite and post it up when I get it).

No, I can’t think of any better way to experience hell than to attend our 10 year reunion. Uncomfortable, that’s how I feel. Although, it would be good to see Gerban and Scott, not to mention the elusive i not y. But I’m sure the Gangsta will go and represent YIFTM, then lie and tell me he had a great time.

For anyone with a class reunion approaching like a freight train screaming down the tracks in your direction with no signs of slowing down and you’re actually quite sure it’s gaining momentum, take the proper time and think this decision over. I offer my best wishes to the class of ’97 and I hope each and every one of you finds your personal happiness. That’s as close to Saptown as I’m going to get.