It was my 10 year high school reunion and I was driving down to Miami from Atlanta. I enjoyed long drives and the last time I had the opportunity to drive for a long period of time was when I moved to Atlanta from Miami. I come from a large Cuban family, and I had been around them my entire life. When I got the chance to do my residency in Atlanta, I jumped at the chance. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But, I needed to be on my own for a while. I was already the youngest child, I didn’t want to be babied anymore. The only person who was on my side was my Dad whom I didn’t get along with until the moment I was set on leaving. My Mom on the other hand used all the tricks in her guilt book. She tried to tell me that I didn’t love her, that I wanted to leave her, that I hated her. It goes on and on. I had to promise her that it had nothing to do with her and that it was all about me. Then, she turned it around to me being selfish and self-involved. There was no winning with her. I made her deal, though. I told her that I would come back down for Christmas, New Year, Easter and her birthday.
Anyways, back to my high school reunion. I wasn’t the most popular kid in school. I was more of a go with the flow kind of guy because I bounced around. I didn’t have a set clique, and I really only had two close friends that I would often hang out with over anyone else. We were sort of the vagabonds of the school. We did our own thing and if people tried to mess with us we fought back. Our motto was treat people the way they treat you. It was me, I’m Michael by the way, Jeffrey and Stephanie. We would often spend our afternoons in the bleachers or we would go to this really cool arcade usually in a smokey haze. I hadn’t seen the two of them in about a year. The last time I was back in Miami was for Christmas. We still kept in touch, but everything was different now. Jeffrey was a restaurant owner. He’s got a killer Cuban restaurant down in Miami. And Stephanie was now the mother of two, a single mother and an immigration attorney. She was hardly ever around. So, this reunion was going to give us a chance to catch up again.
The reunion was a blur. The three of us got really drunk and we ended up just hanging out outside the venue. It made me happy that we still had a close bond even after all these years. We were still the same vagabonds we were in high school. Since we were all drunk, none of us could drive, so we went to a nearby bar to hang out instead. We played darts and pool until we could no longer drink. Then, we headed to a diner to sober up. By 3:00 a.m., we were all exhausted and ready to go home. We said our goodbyes and all set off in different directions. I walked to my car, and I couldn’t find my keys. I was locked out of my car. Thankfully, I still had enough battery life on my phone to do a quick search. I found Miami Locksmith 305 online and gave them a quick call. They came out right away and set me on my way.