Anybody remember those horriffic high school bullies that forever damaged your self-esteem (the "cool kids", the cheerleaders, etc.) When I was in high school, my last two years were made particularly traumatic by a special group of assholes that we liked to call the "Band Mafia". They specialized in making my and a couple of my friends' lives a living hell in so very many ways. As cliche as it may seem, they really did very nearly ruin my life.
It's really funny how karma can come back and bite you in the ass, huh?
I found out from a friend not long ago that, of the five of them, each one has his or her own special hell.
The backstabbing bitch that got me grounded for the better part of my senior year is in a mental asylum.
The ringleader is currently in jail for murdering two men during a racist hate crime.
The yes-man contracted herpes from the college marching band whore and was recently jailed for grand theft and second degree murder, and is currently being treated for crack addiction, after which he will return to jail.
The sidekick is living with his parents and penniless after losing $40K of their money to a gambling addiction.
The spineless ride-along contracted herpes from the same band-whore and flunked out of college after getting a fat former cheerleader preggers with twins. He works the night shift at a liquor store making minimum wage.
I, however, am a successful musician who plays gigs with groups from major orchestras to famous theater bands. I have a gorgeous husband, a beautiful house, and two wonderful fuzzy kitties curled up on my feet.
Karma's a bitch, isn't it? :)
