green wood

It was an accidental meeting with someone I had an extreme dislike for. I had been gone to a restaurant near my office for lunch with a colleague when I ran into an old high school classmate. We had never had a great friendship because I hated how much he flaunted the things he bought with his parents’ money. Whether it was his new Jordan, Mercedes-Benz, or Ray-Bans sunglasses, he had to go off on a huge monologue about how he had seen the item and had to get one.