The happy place

Let’s visit the memory banks, and see if there’s something interesting stored within.

Let’s see…

Once at high school I’d gotten a reward for being basically a warm person, and this other guy he said to me I hadn’t earned it, but I just said to him he was jealous and that shut him up to my (then) surprise.

I guess we both were around thirteen years of age.

It was the ninth graders who had some sort of show in the aula where they handed such prizes out.

They weren’t all benign.

A tradition I think.

Now I have seen this same person in adult shape, working extra at the gas station.

When I saw him, I felt nothing.