Tuesday, July 21, 2015

CLASS OF...


CLASS OF…
 

Whenever I run into people from my past, they’re always doing terrible.  If I happen to bump into ANY girl I went to high school with , she has four or five kids (with different fathers), has been to rehab and/or jail at some point, has bad tattoos of corporate logos or sports teams and strange scarring on her face.  ALL of them!  Even the hottest girl in the whole school that everybody wanted to have sex with looks like everybody did, last night.   All the dudes are either working on their “rap careers” or “entrepreneurs” of some other kind.  They always try to sell me their self-published CDs or want my number to send me a link to their latest business venture.  I’m not on Linked In, and if I was, I wouldn’t want a bunch of lame, wanna-be captains of industry in cheap suits all attached to my profile representing my social and professional circles.  What the hell happened to my generation?  We all hated school and took a lot of drugs, sure, but what generation didn’t?  I’d like to know how life managed to kick the asses of everybody I ever knew.  What schools were the young doctors and lawyers of today going to?  Certainly not mine, the kids from my school are all being stitched up or represented by these other kids now. 

Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s something I said or did.  What if I’m the one common denominator that sent all these poor bastards down the wrong path?  Could I have ruined the futures of a school full of kids?  Perhaps I made partying look like too much fun or managed to breeze through my classes with little to no studying and set a bad example as a result.  If I had anything to do with what happened to all of my non-graduating class then please allow me to apologize here and now.  I thought you knew if you dropped out of school that you were destined for low-paying, dead-end, medial jobs and social assistance.  I figured everyone was aware that crime and addiction issues were directly related to poverty.  I assumed you were simply as reckless and care-free as me and content on a crash course of self-destruction.  Obviously you do care, or all of you wouldn’t be so miserable today.  It makes me sad when I see them dragging their funky asses around complaining and blaming all their shit on someone else.  They’re not even good at self-destruction; the ones who were are dead. 

If there are any of you out there that managed to escape this fate, please stay where you are.  Don’t come around for a trip down memory lane because it’s filled with mind blowing reminders and survival guilt.  Congratulations, you escaped and should remain nameless.  For the rest of you, hang in there, there is hope and you can pull it together.  I’ve made plenty of comforting tunes with my independent band for you to listen to during the hard times, check us out at: https://www.linkedin.com/grp/post/100276-180086143 I think we’re going to blow up this year, yo!

If you ever need someone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to give me a call (the first thing I’m going to do is get a pay-as-you-go phone, after I catch up on child support, once I’m done doing weekends for armed robbery).

 

Your friend,

Joe