Old friends

I’ve been out of high school for eight years now, and I’ve seen Ashley Hall twice since then. On both occasions I’ve been too messed up to have a decent conversation with the guy.
The first encounter was in a pub in Sylvan Lake after testing out a homemade, four-person bong built out of a 16-litre water jug. It was hard enough trying to sit up straight.
The second bump in was at Festivus this year. Festivus is always a good time. This time it was the Jager, the cigar joints, beer and wild turkey that did me in.
It didn’t help that Joel thought I needed a sugar rush and raided Rolf’s candy section.
I’m guessing the next time I’ll see him will be at the 10-year reunion. I wonder if I’ll have the ability for civilized conversation then?