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Michael Boyd (your High School friend)
Adam,
I doubt that you still use this e-mail address (and if you do this isn't some extremely sophisticated virus), but I'm sending you this anyway. If for some reason we haven't stayed close friends over the years and you don't remember me, I'm Michael Boyd from High School at Cedar International School. Of course you remember though, we were only in the same classes for 7 years of our lives (hopefully I'm not directly saying this to someone with Alzheimer's, but you're 38, who gets Alzheimer's at 38?).
You probably work at a law firm/institute of philosophy/museum of world history or something else esteemed and well-paying, supporting your wife and 2.5 kids, but I'm going to make you forget all that for the time being and remind you of 20 years ago, a few years before I told you I was going to kill you 20 years later (but hey, look, you're still alive).
It was a time when Agnes served overpriced food that definitely was not what you ordered and gave you a skinny-dick drink to compliment it; a time when sitting around the lunch-table in our "commons room" listening to Alec Anderson tell stories of his childhood was one of the best things to do on a 40 minute break (really it was Emanuel's old room from the apartment building across the road from Cedar); a time when, rather than paying attention in class, you decided to wreak havoc upon me with llusions that I was only imagining my life and that I was really comatose in a hospital somewhere with cancer or some other terminal illness (or maybe you would just give me death threats in spanish).
Death threats aside, I'm sure you'll remember it as some of the best years of your life. Or maybe you're just so goddamned successful that you've replaced older, founder memories with the idea of buying that new awesome piece-of-shit Microsoft just came out with. Ahem, yes, so have fun remembering that now because you probably haven't thought about it in a while. Or maybe this is the weirdest-fucking-coincidence ever because you were literally just thinking about it (in which case, that's fucking weird you psychonaut).
I wonder what seasons shows like 'Heroes' and 'True Blood' ended at and how TV has changed in general. I wonder what special effects are like 20 years in the future.
Probably fucking awesome.
We probably have super-powered people and vampires amongst us by now. Just hopefully not zombies.
Fuck zombies.
Anyway, I'm composing this 2 weeks before the end of 11th grade and should probably be studying for final exams instead. Make sure that you track everyone down for a reunion (if we haven't already had one, in which case start planning another one at a reasonable interval). More importantly, track me down; surprise me with a phone call or whatever (I'll try my best not to remember sending this so we can freak out like schoolgirls and confuse anyone that may be around at the time). Of course, all of this still assumes that we haven't remained close friends.
Conceivably, you still have that crazy hair.
That is all.
Carpe diem.
Michael.
I doubt that you still use this e-mail address (and if you do this isn't some extremely sophisticated virus), but I'm sending you this anyway. If for some reason we haven't stayed close friends over the years and you don't remember me, I'm Michael Boyd from High School at Cedar International School. Of course you remember though, we were only in the same classes for 7 years of our lives (hopefully I'm not directly saying this to someone with Alzheimer's, but you're 38, who gets Alzheimer's at 38?).
You probably work at a law firm/institute of philosophy/museum of world history or something else esteemed and well-paying, supporting your wife and 2.5 kids, but I'm going to make you forget all that for the time being and remind you of 20 years ago, a few years before I told you I was going to kill you 20 years later (but hey, look, you're still alive).
It was a time when Agnes served overpriced food that definitely was not what you ordered and gave you a skinny-dick drink to compliment it; a time when sitting around the lunch-table in our "commons room" listening to Alec Anderson tell stories of his childhood was one of the best things to do on a 40 minute break (really it was Emanuel's old room from the apartment building across the road from Cedar); a time when, rather than paying attention in class, you decided to wreak havoc upon me with llusions that I was only imagining my life and that I was really comatose in a hospital somewhere with cancer or some other terminal illness (or maybe you would just give me death threats in spanish).
Death threats aside, I'm sure you'll remember it as some of the best years of your life. Or maybe you're just so goddamned successful that you've replaced older, founder memories with the idea of buying that new awesome piece-of-shit Microsoft just came out with. Ahem, yes, so have fun remembering that now because you probably haven't thought about it in a while. Or maybe this is the weirdest-fucking-coincidence ever because you were literally just thinking about it (in which case, that's fucking weird you psychonaut).
I wonder what seasons shows like 'Heroes' and 'True Blood' ended at and how TV has changed in general. I wonder what special effects are like 20 years in the future.
Probably fucking awesome.
We probably have super-powered people and vampires amongst us by now. Just hopefully not zombies.
Fuck zombies.
Anyway, I'm composing this 2 weeks before the end of 11th grade and should probably be studying for final exams instead. Make sure that you track everyone down for a reunion (if we haven't already had one, in which case start planning another one at a reasonable interval). More importantly, track me down; surprise me with a phone call or whatever (I'll try my best not to remember sending this so we can freak out like schoolgirls and confuse anyone that may be around at the time). Of course, all of this still assumes that we haven't remained close friends.
Conceivably, you still have that crazy hair.
That is all.
Carpe diem.
Michael.
(written Tue Jun 9th, 2009, delivered to Thu Aug 1st, 2030)
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