My buddy Sean’s nineteenth birthday party, in the guest
bedroom, leaning out of the window next to, Heather? Sarah? Whatever, she was
hot, and I was all trying to be cool, so of course I said I partook, and of
course I did partake.
Usually those stories end with throwing up over her, or some
other sort of freak out or bad reaction. Instead we both mellowed out, laughed
about crap and ended up getting caught by Sean’s parents in the guest bed,
doing, well, what you’d expect.
That’s why your mother and I skipped town and changed our
names.
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