I hung out with the geeks in high school so when we get together now, it's all the most successful people I went to school with. One of my friends is a museum curator, another is a making a living as a writer for VICE/Kotaku, one graduated top of their class at MIT. I hadn't seen my high school friends in five years but wanted to make a good impression. Instead I got wasted on shots and puked under the table at a pancake restaurant. I put my head down on the table to stop the world from spinning & the vomit just happened. Thats me out of the geeks. My brain replays that moment when I have insomnia. Hey remember when we saw all our old friends and puked under the table? Thanks, brain.