I spent most of today thinking about Mike Matuza, and remembering my 17th birthday. He came to my house to spend the night, armed with a bottle of Wild Turkey, and a pint of Cherry Vodka. We spent most of the night wandering around the streets of Swoyersville, running into everyone and sharing our abundance of liquid wealth. The next day, we took the bus over to Wilkes-Barre, and spent the day riding the elevator in the Boston Store. That was where we polished off the vodka. I thought back and thought how crazy and carefree we were. Mike was a good person. He was a lot of fun, and had a great laugh. Just hearing him laugh would get everyone else going. I was never able to keep track of him after we graduated. I wish I had... I hope that he lived his life to the fullest... Rest in peace, buddy... I believe that's 7 classmates gone from us, now. Can we stop for awhile?