261/365 05/10/2026

We had back then what amounted to the equivalent of high school gentlemen’s clubs. The Fellows, The Brew Crew, The Muffler Men. All the middles lived there. The boys not cool enough for the official social and service clubs, too needy to join us outsiders on Goth Hill. They were, as you can imagine, the worst. And to exact my ultimate revenge, I outlived all of them.