I’m about 15 or 16, outside, walking to a friend’s house, past the elementary school I went to. A guy on a bicycle across the street calls my name. I don’t recognize him. He says something like, “It’s me, Jeff, from kindergarten!”
How the fuck did he recognize me, from across the street and so many years later?
I’m about 15 or 16, outside, walking to a friend’s house, past the elementary school I went to. A guy on a bicycle across the street calls my name. I don’t recognize him. He says something like, “It’s me, Jeff, from kindergarten!”
How the fuck did he recognize me, from across the street and so many years later?