13 Years Old

It occurred to me as I started writing this entry that I haven’t really talked much about my pre-OD life in here, aside from the infamous “Hannah –n- Matt” excerpts from my early adolescent diary. Not that there’s anything to tell, I think I was a pretty unspectacular kid, a little eccentric, as you might expect, I don’t know that stuff like that ever really changes.
 
Anyway, I sorta had a miniature school reunion last night, just 3 guys I graduated with, it wasn’t really a big deal, but I found it a bit striking just how little everyone had changed. I walked in and within minutes we were already lamenting how Coach Hester was biased when he picked the 8th grade basketball team, and laughing about the time I drove my car in Tremaine’s ditch, and forgetting it’d all been almost 10 years ago. Then we were watching pro-wrestling, like we always used to, and yelling “Holy Shit!” when we saw an excessive move and arguing over who would win the big matches, and by the time it was all over I knew that we hadn’t really changed any over the years.
 
But there was one moment amongst the laughing and memories when Adam said “I remember one thing” and I could tell from his tone what it was, and suddenly I really was 13 years old again, exposed and abruptly passive, and I just said “Lets not talk about it” and he said he wouldn’t because I’m his buddy, in his condescending way, and he laughed and everyone thought it was weird and even after I went home I couldn’t get rid of it, and I still can’t, and I’m always still forgetting that I don’t have to be 13 years old anymore.