My only good year of high school was as a freshmen. Perris high was a joke compared to the rigid requirements and advanced academics I picked up from 10 years of private schooling. At Temple Cristian it was a small class compared to a school of nearly 2000 students. It was easy to get lost in the system and I doubt few from my graduating class even remember me, but I remember alot of you.

I hung out with older kids and ditched to the trailer park with some fellow classmates who lived there with me, none of whom ever graduated from Perris. I also did two years at Jordan high school in Long Beach and that school had lockers (so cool) but I was back and forth from Perris to the LBC while my parents got along with there second divorces.

I look back as these times as my golden years not because of school but because so many other fun things were going on outside of school. It was kinda of a fluke I even graduated as I just barely finished night school to get the credit requirements as I kept flunking classes due to lack of attendance and generally not giving a shit about my future. Didn't even walk or anything. Was sure I'd be dead by now from some bad boy games I used to play. Boy have I paid the price. Fell in love twice and got really broken hearted over one of em; explored the world around me, did some wicked shit I am not proud of but still regard fondly. Met the women I would eventually marry and hung out with some people who really understood me for a time. Now I am an old/sickly/miserable/godless/cynic who is just trying to finish his earthly obligations so I can get the fuck out here. I am so tired. BUT i DID HAVE SOME FUN ALONG THE WAY IT'S JUST SAD THAT IT ALL ENDED SO SOON.