Shouldn't you be in a shed somewhere?

Remember when the that bomber was arrested and his mugshot was released? (I know that is mugshot is of Ted Nugget, but go with me on this.) He was a damaged, old man with a long, gross bread and you thought to yourself, "If I was that ugly, I would hate world too." Well, I saw some old high school peers tonight, that gave that guy a run for his money.
I don't think I am the only person who is embarrassed to see peers from high school. The kind of situation where you slum in your seat a movie, or keep your sunglasses on in a store, or keep your head turned the opposite direction at a red light. I am not really embarrassed about myself. I look great. I have a great job, and I love my life. What is embarrassing (or rather pity on my part) is how these peers look and act.
For example, tonight, I was out to dinner and a large party came into the same restaurant. Four or five members of the party were peers of mine from high school. And the only real difference, as far as I could tell from a distance, was the fact they were all fat and growing breads. Now, you might ask yourself, are you in Wyoming? No, reader, we are not in Wyoming, so I can find no reason to be growing a bread that is running from your face to the middle of your chest, just short of your beer belly. Its the middle of summer for fuck sake. One of the guys looked like he should be in a back country shed, making plans to bomb a building in protest of some stupid reason like high taxes or red stop signs. When I noticed that these men were relative forms of my , I realized three things. The first was that time is mean and it cherishes a few of us. The second is that beer is a nasty vengeful bitch and I need to remember to drink light beer and run four miles everyday, so as not to become "one of them." The last and final thing I came to realize was that I couldn't remember any of their names. Not one. I knew I went to high school with them, but I couldn't pick out a name from a list of two. What does that say about me? Probably lots. But I don't care. As long as I am better looking and have a better job, who cares if they are fat?