shame on mu

I haven't done laundry in a while, so I was low on shirts this morning. I rummaged through my drawer after my shower and found the only acceptable shirt in there: a Euclid High School PANTHERS gym tshirt. And the best part: it wasn't even mine. Clearly written in the name box on this thing is 'Pat DiLalla.' So I wore Patrick DiLalla's gym tshirt all day today.

But the thing is that today Columbus was (still kind of is) under siege because of the Ohio State football game. So everywhere I went the streets were clogged with masses of humanity draped in scarlet and grey. And yet for all their public drunkenness, many pedestrians who had an affinity for Euclid were aware enough of their surroundings to scream out our hometown's name wherever I went. The recognition was surprising, immediate, and very vocal.



I have an urge to write or call people who I feel like I've wronged. Is that weird? I feel like I've made a few mistakes when dealing with people in my life. I'd like to try to apologize for being stupid or ignorant or whatever lead me to act in ways I now realize are inappropriate. The problem is that I'm sure most people have naturally moved on in their lives and don't dwell on relatively insignificant interpersonal gaffes of mine. So it would probably seem like I'm in some 12-step program or that I found Jesus; in either case, it would be conceited and self-absorbed to assume that anyone would remember, let alone care. How to casually mention that, hey, I haven't seen you in a while but I'm sorry for fucking things up?

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