20 Years

Oh, hey, look: it's been 20 years since high school. I'm crazy old now. And for a mere $115 (plus $5 convenience charge, if paying with plastic), I can buy an early bird ticket to hang out with a bunch of people I didn't talk to back in the day. At a hotel in New Jersey.

I can talk to people about my divorce. And about the script I've got mired in development hell.

I am sooo not going to this fucking thing.