Hopita (hopita) wrote,

Did I say small world? Hells yea!

For the past two days, unixd0rk has been having at open house at work, and yesterday I managed to stop by and check it out. He wanted to attend one presentation in particular, and I went with him to catch the tail end of it. It was about genetics and computers and many things just completely over my head, but at the end, the presenter put up his contact info on the screen and dig this (especially you, ratphooey): it was Mikey Barmada, an old friend of mine from about a million years ago at Falk School! No freakin' way! Aside from, you know, not being eight years old anymore, he strikes me as just the same -- the same goofy, funny guy that was always really great to me, at a time and a place when a lot of people were really fucking unkind.

I suppose I should also say that I went through it a bit in terms of the achievement game ... meaning, that Mikey's a Ph.D., a professor, a husband and father, and, as far as resumes go, mine isn't even in the same ballpark. I was talking to unixd0rk about this a bit last night -- when I'm not comparing myself to others, when I'm just living my life, I'm really pretty content as far as being a cashier at The Co-op, at living like an eternal college student, milk crates and all. But then every so often my path will cross the path of someone I knew once upon a time, someone who had the drive, the je ne sais quoi to go out and become some sort of muckety muck, and I feel like I squandered some sort of potential, didn't take advantage of the opportunities that I was given by virtue of being given away and adopted.

Of course, this is all my shit, and has nothing to do with Mikey. He struck me as just as warm, friendly and funny as ever, and I was tickled beyond words to see my old friend once again. And he says that no one calls him "Mikey" anymore, except maybe his parents.

A few other bits of business: all bets are off as far as quitting smoking goes, at least until MAD Day is over. Come Monday, we'll give it another try. Oh, and hey, Fuzzy Wobbly: it looks like The Weird Money Guy may be an old friend of unixd0rk's. I'll have to find out for sure the next time he comes in to The Co-op with his pockets full of fifty cent pieces and two dollar bills.

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Tags: eefc, falk, friends, mad day, mikey barmada, pghwob, ratphooey, small world, unixd0rk, weird money guy

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