No, I don’t gotta love Facebook.
Written on a fellow high school alumni’s Facebook wall a while ago by She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, about your writer, and only presented long after the act to protect identities:
Are you in touch with anyone from ––––––– High? ––––– ––––––– is about the only one I have kept up with. Pat Konoske sounds familiar to me but I can’t quite place him.”
I thought I took her to the prom. Was I that invisible?
My psychologist insists that I exist…
fishing for words 
March 24, 2010 at 8:05 am
…my wife does too…
March 24, 2010 at 4:33 pm
As one who is rather unaccomplished and forgettable, I can feel your pain. Another way to look at it is that she clearly fell into a life of chemical abuse and simply has no capacity for remembering anything.