Classmates Dot Com

The people at Classmates.com talked me into the free sign up. I sure as hell wasn't going to pay money to connect with people from my high school. They keep sending me emails telling me people are checking out my profile, and "click this link to see who".

So I do, and it says for a limited time I could post on their message board for free. I couldn't resist, and this is what I posted:


You may remember me. I came to Monroe in the middle of my sophmore year. Some joker started a rumor that I was a narc. I used to hear people call me narc when I was walking down the halls. Some of you would even spit on me. One guy drove his car up on the sidewalk trying to hit me. It was never one person alone, it was alway a group I was always out numbered. You always had plenty of backup. You came at me in packs like dogs. You made all the other kids afraid to get to know me, for fear of getting the same treatment. You made my life a living hell. You ruined what should have been some of the best years of my life. You cheated me out of the happy memories of High school that you all share. I ended up leaving before the end of my junior year. Once you get stigmatized like that, it stays with you and nothing you do can make it go away.

The reality is I was living in a violently abusive home. I had nobody to turn to, and ended up leaving home to hitch hike up and down the west cost a couple times. Life on the road had toughened me up. I got involved with the mexican mafia and started out running drugs around Santa Anna CA. I killed my first drug dealer when I was still 16. All that pent up rage came out, and I mutilated the guy pretty good with a tire iron in front of his wife and kids. I got a reputation for burtality and my crew moved me out to east LA where I worked as an enforcer. You don't move dope in southern Cal in any quantity unless you buy from the mexican mafia, and pay the tax. Not if you want to live long. I brutally murdered 6 people, and broke so many arms and legs I lost count. I had to join the army to cool out for a while after I smoked two major players in el norte. My crew was drawing too much heat. Not that we were afraid, but gang warfare is just bad for business if you can avoid it. When I finally joined the army at 17, some people in the military took notice of the way I carried myself, and I was sent to a ranger company. I did some wet work in black ops in Cambodia long after we we supposed to be out of there. I was in long range penetration recon. On my last mission I was captured and beaten so badly, they were not able to reconstruct my face the way it was before. I still looked pretty normal, only differant. I took advantage of this fact, and I went AWOL when I got out of the veteran's hospital in San Luis Obisbo and burned off my fingerprints, and created a new identity for myself. I had seen enough of killing, and the gang life. I thought I could put it all behind me. I did pretty well for many yaers, when I started having violent fantasies about returning to Monroe and seeking revenge on the people who's cowardley acts had created the monster I had become. It was only through the love of a good woman, and turning my life over to God that I was able to finally forgive you all and find some peace.

Last year my beautiful wife was raped and murdered in a sensless random attack by some stupid punks no more than high school age. I lost my faith in a God that could allow so much cruelty in the world. I went off my meds, and went up into the Cascades to live like man was intended to live. I was able to live year round on wild game without firing a shot to give away my location to the authorities. My body became lean, and my wits became sharper than they had ever been. I have only just recently come back to live among men, explore the wonders of the internet, and reassemble my gun collection.

Anyway, I see you are planning a reunion. I'm really looking forward to seeing many of you there and reliving old times. Should I bring potato salad or something?