I’ve decided to pick up the phone and make calls. Yes actual phone calls to people I haven’t spoken to or seen in ages, maybe even decades. What are their names again? Oh who cares. We shared a locker in high school. They’ll remember the days of mouldy oranges trapped within the confines of smelly running shoes and old winter sweaters underneath all that metal shelving. And sharing quick drags off of each other’s cigarettes was a way to connect with the mates to stay cool. Who are those people again? I’m blowing the dust off my yearbooks as I type this. Coin collecting is so passé, I want to collect friends. I’ll use Facebook and frantically start friending, friending…what an odd word.