One’s schoolmates if from a small community did, afterall, accompany a fucker throughout a lengthy, formulative stretch of life and, when a reunion does roll around, it comes with a promise of their return to one’s life, if only for a day or weekend, souls once bound tightly ‘round memories and early accomplishments and perhaps they still do, though distance and time do their bit to weaken all ties that bind.

I once dreamed of finding adventure, of finding love at some point in my life, but I’m beyond those things.