Going into town for few things means seeing people from the past. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. I was just at the local grocery store, I hear a voice say “Hey Crazie”. I look over, I recognize the face, but not the name. I look at him confused, then it clicks. It was my grade 5 teacher. Last friday I go to the local bar for a drink only to see my grade 10 history teacher. No matter where you go, you see people from the past. Lots of the time you’ll bump into that trashy slut from high school who is still a trashy slut.