Death of a Classmate
While I was at my parents last, my mom gave me some things that I had left when I moved out. One of the items was my high school diploma. It's not my real diploma but an old fashioned one that is large and rolled up. It probably hasn't seen the light of day in over twenty years. I don't dwell too much on my days in high school. That time of my life wasn't the greatest and it's not necessary to go into the details on why. Let's just say that I've moved on with my life and I'm happy to leave it in the past. One of my classmates died. B makes the third one now gone. It is interesting to see the comments in tribute to him. Apparently he was well liked by many. I am, I regret to say, not among them. B was a bully to me at times. He and another classmate tried to get me to drink what I would say was piss filled beer at an after-prom. He failed mostly due to the fact that I would never trust him and that suspicion is probably what saved me from severe embarras