September 2016

Bruised knuckles and black eyes

When I was 13, my friend and I talked a drunk into buying us a few quarts of beer and we commenced to get wasted for the first time in our lives. I now knew why adults drank this stuff every night. I woke up the next morning and went off to school with a nasty hangover. That was eighth grade.

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