I'll admit I've done some pretty horrible things to people. I've done horrible things to my parents and my family. To friends and lovers. Usually they're not intentional. Though sometimes I've done things out of spite or jealousy. Things I knew full well would come back and bite me in the ass.

And I'm not going to excuse myself or absolve myself of those horrible things I've done just because they happened well over a decade ago. In fact, I am sure that some of the douchbaggery I've pulled off still does affect people to this day. I don't know what or to what extent because I've lost contact with those people.

Ever since my dad died in April I've been trying to rekindle some old relationships. I'm kind of surprised how easily some people forgive and forget. Or at least appear to do so.

Though a couple of people I'd like to at least apologize to, whether or not they accept the apology, have made themselves off limits. I could just do it here but I feel that's pretty disingenuous.

Twelve years is a long time. Anyone who had the intestinal fortitude to stick with me for those many years knows I'm not the same person I was then. I very much doubt any of us are.