Some time ago, I chose to avoid the opportunity of witnessing the depredations of time and unfulfilled promise on the nubile girls and confident boys with whom I shared my youth at High School, and declined an invitation to attend the 55-year reunion of the Leaving Certificate class of 1962.
Today I received some photos of the people who did
attend.
It’s
the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Who are those old bastards?
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