Now I feel bad about how my life turned out

I got a wild-hair up my ass yesterday and did a google search on names of people I went to high school with. I did a search on a few and came up with a big goose-egg on all of them. A few of the ones I tried were for names that were common (like Dan Brown). Then I decided to do one on my musical nemisis--Magda Escobar.

Max and I had a bit of a rivalry in Junior high. She was the only female sax player in the jr. high band. We used to pick on her incessantly, almost to the point of tears. As time went by, I stopped being mean to her. She really was a cool person once you got to being nice to her. By our senior year, she was Student Council President and one of my biggest defenders. She went to bat for me when the Student Council sponsor refused to let me join. I got in and subsequentally increased membership.

We were co-drum majors our Senior year as well. Her parents threw our gradutaion party, including a real kick-ass band--the Rhythmn Pigs.

She went off to Stanford; I went to UTEP and then the Navy. After the Navy, I went to Texas Tech. Last time I talked to her was around 1990. I've drifted from place to place, job to job, romance to romance, never truly finding what I want in life. I truly am a "Jack of all trades, and a master of none." I've been working for clueless restaurnat corporations for years, never getting that "dare to be incredible" situations.

I found out she was named MS. Magazines, Woman of the Year for 2002. Has a kick ass job, probably a great life. I regret having ever picked on her in jr. high, but that was before I found out how good she's doing. I'm glad one of us out of our high school has gone off and become someone really great.

And Max, if you ever read this: I want to say that the better one of us has done incredible, but I'm still a better sax player.

Peas.