Roger and Me, circa 1988
Feeling a little regretful for the past few days … brooding on the past, wishing it could be changed. Dumb and stupid. I haven’t seen or spoken to him in seven years. 1996. That was the year after he tried to convert me to Mormonism. That was the year he got married and never looked back. Seems like the wounds would heal in that time. Doesn’t it? Or maybe I have some major “martyr” complex about this and just need to get over myself.