A Letter To My High School Classmates, Wherever They Might Be

Dear Classmates,

Oh the laughter and the tears we shared ambling through those hallowed halls.  I'll never forget you, my classmates, and I will hold my memories of you close to my heart, in a solemn, reverential way. In such a way as would befit treasured memories, of which my own memories of you, my classmates, surely would be considered as containing many of the same characteristics as such memories might contain.  Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.  Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.  Memories of holding hands and red bouquets and twilight trimmed in purple haze and laughing eyes and simple ways and quiet nights and gentle days with you, the Broken Arrow High School Class of Nineteen ninety... one was it? Two?  Eh, whatever.  I never paid that much attention anyway. Come to think of it… who the hell are you people anyway? And what are you doing with my letter?! This was supposed to be a very special, meaningful letter to my treasured classmates. And now you’ve spoiled it with your beady little eyes. That’s right; all it took was your dirty, dirty gaze to ruin the whole thing. Damn you! Damn you all to hell! BROKEN ARROW SENIOR HIGH CLASS OF ’91 RULES!!!

Sincerely Yours,

Michael W. Moore Jr