A la Joe Brainard

I remember high school in Illinois in the mid 80s.

I remember throwing a dead woodchuck into a vacant locker.

I remember, just before a wreck: "We're gonna biff it."

I remember the kid who showed up with a rifle.

I remember smoking pot out of Coke cans. And LSD.

I remember going to see Big Black on prom night.

I was proud of that. Now I rarely mention it.

I remember the journalism teacher who moonlighted as an exterminator.

I remember the kid who stabbed another kid to death.

It was so long ago that it's not even on Google.