got a call

the other night about my 20th 

high school reunion.  don't plan 

on going, looked at the website 

anyway.  3 class members deceased.

One was accidental, heard he didn't

make it home one night, found him

where he stumbled or fell into a 

ditch or something, sounded fucked up.

I heard HIV got the second fella, totally

unconfirmed though.

Third one was more recent.  Left me

me more than the "oh, yeah...." reaction.

Guess I met Ralph in sixth grade,

I remember trading stories about riding

our bmx'ers back then.  And saying how we

should get together for a saturday ride, hit

all the neat shwwoops and step downs and

nooks and kranies of the hi/middle school.

Then we all 'grew up', he followed his music

and I'm doing whatever it is that I do.

We never did get together for that Saturday 

ride, which is a shame, 'cuz it woulda been 

a lot of fun.

fucking cancer.