Reid Ross High School Class of 1985. That one's for the google bot, and anyone who happens to be searching out info on the alma mater (bwahahaha). Yeah, my 20 year reunion is coming up. I'm thinking up a few ideas, since basically no one that I really am that interested in seeing has signed up on classmates.com, and so I don't see that there is even the bare minimum of motivation for going. We must be in some contigent of people who find the idea of attending either totally laughable or utterly depressing. Maybe I'll do an anti-reunion web site for all of the school misanthropes. I've gotten a couple of emails from some people I knew back then, and actually only the interesting ones have written, so that's a good sign. But like I said, I imagine these are the people who'd rather saw off a leg with a steak knife than sit at a table at some lame hotel in the pine sticks of NC, either yapping on about the mundane details of ordinary lives or trying to outdo one another in middle class accomplishments. I can't imagine stepping foot back in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Just off the top of my head, I think I went back a couple of times after my parents split up, but I guess the very latest would have been sometime around 1988 or 1989. Maybe a little later. It's all a blur now. Anyway, I had no intention of going back the day I left, and I can't say that my curiousity has grown at all. The meetings for the reunion planning seem to be happening at places like The Olive Garden, and I for one have never been to an Olive Garden, but I've seen the middle of the road dullards they have in the commercials. Perhaps I should be more thankful that I'm not a two hundred and fifty pound lard ass from Fayetteville, North Carolina. Thank you Reid Ross - thank you for inspiring me to get the fuck out.

I was even the yearbook editor if you can believe it. What a fucking joke.