I was stuck in high school. I'd only gone back for a visit, and yet they made me wear my catholic school uniform. My English teacher was watching Evil Dead and trying to get me to take off my clothes (my teacher was a fat old ex-beatnik. The kids all laughed at me; it was horrible.

Out of nowhere I ran into my friend Bob. I havent' spoken to him for years. God, he must be forty now. But I wasn't able to talk to him long--my English teacher came for me. Next thing I knew, my alarm was going off.

I suppose it's the idea of getting older, and my futile fighting of it; I turn 22 today. Not old, I guess, but still I'm scared.