Walked over to the local bar to get a cheesesteak hoagie, and I ran into a friend from High School I had not seen since 1988. The next hour of conversation sounded like something from an Alzheimer’s intervention:
Remember so and so, who always used to sell suckers for 25 cents
Oh, shit, what was his name.
How about, Gina, have you seen her. Which Gina. Wait, I only remember one. Do you mean that Gina?
I think it was her name.
Oh, well, she is still gorgeous.
Did you hear about Sam?
Sam who?
Sam, the guy who ran for president and was best friends with Geno?
I think I do. But what about Santoro and Lombardi?
Granted, it has been since 1988, but I thought between the two of us we could remember something other than the super hot girls.