Previously on Adam Riff™:

My buddy Jose won a Pulitzer this week as part of the Washington Post staff that covered last year's shootings at Virginia Tech.

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Jose called.

"Jon, are you free next Wednesday night?"

"Probably. Why?"

"The venture capitalist who paid my college tuition is throwing me a party in Palo Alto. I can invite 20 people. I want you to attend."

"Okay…"

"Eleanor and Nathalie will be there too, so you'll know some people."

Eleanor and Nathalie? I thought. From high school?

Swell. I've spent the better part of this decade fleeing my past, and he sets me up to re-connect. It won't be awkward at all!

Oh and what if he invites her?

While I no longer actively hate her with every atom of my being, I will NEVER let bygones be bygones. Simply typing "her" re-aggravated the wound.

Guh. Why did I agree to attend?

Right. Because Jose's my friend, and you're supposed to support friends.

"Remember my series on AIDS? A local filmmaker is adapting it into a documentary feature. I'm receiving writing and producing credits."

[pause]

Fuck him.