This one time I saw this guy I knew from way back, like high school days. I approached him and exclaimed, "Hey man! (I had forgotten his name) How the heck are you?... Remember me?...
He frowned and said something that I will never forget. "You don't have a familiar face" he said awkwardly.
"Oh really!" I said as I pulled out my Swiss Army knife and swivelled out the scissors. "Then give me your wallet!" I demanded, then ran off.
A couple of months later we ran into each other again. He beat my face in and stole my wallet.
What a liar he turned out to be! I did learn something from this experience though: I guess I do have a familiar face.
04 May 2009
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