Today was an interesting day, I saw someone I knew in high school, well sort of knew in high school, she knew me. I tried talking to her, you know, just to say hello and catch up on things and she more or less blew me off.
It took me by surprise because for the most part I thought I was very well liked, especially throughout my high school years, I was voted best dressed, best spoken, and most eligible bachelor my senior year...well apparently I guess that wasn't the case.
Apparently my reputation preceeds me. See...back in high school, despite being an oustanding student, active in lots of extra curricular activities, I had a bad streak, a real bad streak.
In the school I was what you could call the ideal student, but outside, I did it all, I raced illegally, ahh...I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my Corvette, I fought on the streets, often for money, and amongst other things, I really did things and got involved with people that I shouldn't have been.
I guess you can say I try to make up for my sins now by doing things I do. I know I know, how does bodybuilding repay for that, well hell I don't know, but I think the firefighting does, and no, I can't take back what I did, but damn, I had no idea it affected people the way she supposedly made it seem.
I guess in her eyes I was really hated. I admit, despite the fact that I didn't know her, it did sort of bother me, and I think that's what got under my skin the most, the fact that she didn't know me and said what she said.
I admit, I did stop doing all that bad stuff and am no longer what you'd consider the resident badass, but I thought I washed myself of all of that.
Just felt like something I would want to talk about. But believe me when I say I'd be a bold faced liar if I didn't miss being what I was back in high school...a badass.
-Beefy
