Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember as from a distance, in a fog, my feelings of adolescent angst about not having any friends, and feeling that nobody likes me, which I wrote about in my diary or journal of the time. But how would you know about that unless you were amongst the spies who unloaded all of my high school paperwork while I was gone to school? I see that I am looking at your putrid frozen carcass in the rearview mirror and hoping to put some pedal to the metal the better to be rid of your pestiferous nonsense.