The Blast

You just don't step inside to 14 years
-Guns 'N' Roses, 14 Years

I got a text message from my Sister late last week. One of my old friends had gotten in touch with her on Facebook and wanted my contact details.

I didn't like the idea of getting in touch with him, though.

The last time we saw each other we were laying punches into each other outside our school in the Summer of 1994. A few weeks later he moved to England never to be seen again. I heard about him, though. I'd get an occasional threat sent to me via our friends but - other than that - that's all I ever heard.

I just figured it wasn't worth the hassle.

An email arrived from him yesterday. I was thinking about deleting it at first. I would have been a hypocrite if I had done that seeing as I've frowned upon other people for ignoring my emails or texts in the past.

It was titled 'Blast from the Past.'

And it was.

He told me what he was up to nowadays and mentioned a few of the memories he had from when we were kids. He also noted how his Father had seen me in a nightclub a number of years ago. That story is quite funny because I do remember seeing his Dad back then. The problem is, I was too drunk and when I woke up the next morning I thought I had dreamt it!

The most worrying thing about that meeting is his Dad had left thinking I had at least two children and passed on the news. I was thinking back to the time I was at that club and figured it must have been a little after my Nephew was born and I was telling him that and, somewhere along the line, a bunch of wires got tangled.

I ended up replying and correcting the story.

And that's it really. I doubt we'll be keeping in regular correspondence but I do know it won't take another fourteen years to get back in touch.