NO LONGER THE SAME
Sometimes choosing is hard. I don’t think I had ever felt so out of place. I’d never felt such pangs of loss, either. It had been about three years since I had seen these folks. This was the crowd I hung out with at school. We’d laughed and cried together. In the late hours of early morning, with Dylan, the Doors or the Beatles playing in the background, we’d solved all the world’s problems. We’d griped about parents. We’d partied together. And we’d gone to every major rock concert there was. They were a part of me and who I had become. But at that moment they made me uncomfortable. Three years is a long time but it wasn’t the time. Time seemed to have stood still for them. They were the same. They still had long hair and beads. My hair was considerably shorter, by choice. They still partied hard in all the ways I no longer could. It…
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