The next day at work, Brett could not focus. He kept on thinking about the kiss by the

bonfire, about his best friend Scotty Dorfman who he hadn't seen

her talked to in nearly 25 years. Brett sat at his desk and stared at his

computer screen. Facebook he thought out loud.

Furiously, Brett searched through 20 Scotty Dorfman profiles

until finally he came across a Scotty with the same shit-kicking grin that was Scotty's trademark.

There was no denying it was him.

Brett clicked on his profile and sure enough, there was some old photos of Scotty in his younger years

always smiling always happy but the current photos were not as kind

Brett sunk back in his chair as he viewed the current versions of his childhood friend.

Scotty was grossly overweight, his once black, wavy hair now gone from the top and scant remains on the sides over his ears.

Scotty did not look healthy.

Brett looked down at his own emerging gut and pinched it with his free hand. He was nowhere near

Scotty's girth but Brett realized fully that he had not been responsible with

his own body, that he had an essence let himself go.

Suddenly, Brett was depressed.

He was looking at himself the way he had never wanted to see himself.

Just another human being running the rat race, time wear him down as it did to so many others

Brett went to close his computer but at the last second changed his mind he decided to message Scotty, just say hello, let him know he

was alive. Unsure of even what to say, Brett kept it simple and typed, hey, Dufus,

remember me? It's Brett, your best friend from a million years ago.

How you been? Brett.

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