Blast from the Past

My 20 year High School Reunion is coming up (yes, I graduated when I was 8. Shut up). Anyway, I was wandering around the reunion website and I stumbled upon my 5th grade self.

Seriously. I don't even remember this one. 5th fucking grade. Sheesh.

My best friend from Elementary School Julie Blosser, and my best friend from Junior High School, Beverly Farmer, have convinced me that I should go to our reunion.

Get this. It's a kegger in a field. Seriously. It's August 2d, so I still have time to back out. I still have this nagging feeling that next year, there may be a memorial float for me in pride.

"Beaten to death by red necks"