I hate meeting old classmates from high school. First off I don’t ever remember who they are and second they usually didn’t treat me very well back then. While they are saying how good I look and that we should keep in touch, I’m thinking to myself, “You didn’t say two words to me in six years of high school”, “You hated my guts and stole my pencil in study hall”!
But then I smile, because I know that in the end I wound up on top. They are working a dead end job for the MAN and I’m setting on top of a fortune from my barn yard porn empire.