I had all but given up on one of those new fangled networking sites that is strangely similar to myspace for finding old high school friends or making new ones. I was pleasantly surprised yesterday to discover an old high school friend had found me on that very site.

 

 

It amazes me that I have spent a good portion of my life in careers that for the most part helps people. A civil servant if you will, I have detained people, arrested and subsequently locked up some not so nice people. I have trained military working dogs to deter, detect and apprehend those that society has labeled as bad boys. I’ve confiscated large, very large quantity of drugs both on our borders as well as airports. I’ve been an animal control officer and even an armed security guard. I’ve had to rely on my ability to recall facts, situations or events in order to be successful at my job….the facts ma’am, nothing but the facts.

 

 

Throughout all my years of training and learned experiences I have to admit that I have the worst childhood memory. I often think that I surly must have been abducted by space aliens and to this day my heart skips a beat whenever I see Lost in Space reruns…….”Danger Will Robinson, Danger.”

 

 

It’s been roughly twenty seven years since we hung out. We’d ditch classes in high school and cruise in his sweet Camero blasting AC/DC and drinking Michelob’s while checking out the girls at the beach. Twenty seven years, twenty seven years, where did it all go?

 

 

I’ve always wondered what happened to him and now that I have an opportunity to ask I’m not sure how too.

 

 

I’m 42 years old and I don’t have any man friends that I can go to a hockey game with or tell lewd or discriminative jokes too. Just me and my computer, that’s all I need and maybe this paper weight, that’s all I need.

 

 

Or is it.