Obliterated
There this predilection of always wanting to talk about your past when you meet with old friends. I don’t blame you at all. I mean most of us haven’t met each other in years. What are we to converse about except for memories? Be it a school friend or former workmate. Questions of the past must arise and everyone is curious where the rest you’ve not been in touch with are. I didn’t such a memorable college life. There were no major events but somehow I was popular at school. For what, I don’t know. We went to clubs on weekends. Maybe fights that erupted on those joints maybe the only thing that I would consider memorable. Some of those were oblitered from my mind long ago. I mean most you had their first cribs, first self-hosted party, first road trips in those years. Well, for us books were fun. “I’ll have a cold Tusker lite please” the table is full of spirits, beer and soft drinks. We are having a meet up after years after college. Some of these guys I have not seen in years. The ...