Coming back from the underground.

I have been a member of Facebook for a year or so. I just put a picture and posted my info due to the wave of people deleting their myspace accounts and moving to greener pastures. Quite frankly I did not want to see many people from my past, I hardly remember it and I am not sure how much more I want to learn. The whole idea of living in the past is not extremely interesting to me. Maybe it is due to the fact I am having severe hairline issues and am quickly approaching middle age, but I do have some recent interest in revisiting my past. It has been pretty overwhelming, tons of people whom I have not seen since June 1996, back in my life. Very wild stuff I tell ya. So I am kind of on a quest to connect the dots to my past. Shit, I even opened up some of my old year books to retrieve some of these memories. I was kind of surprised to see the number of phone numbers from the ladies in there and how stupid I was never to pursue the matter further. There were also a number of things in there about me being "unique." I kind of digged seeing that I was even going against the grain in the worst times for conformity. I'd like to think with old age I have held on to a number of those enduring qualities while ridding myself of those of the less enduring nature.