I write this from my cell phone, at almost 5 am, at the house of a currently very innebriated buddy.
It's been an fairly typical Saturday night. We had a chill evening drinking at my friend's house, but now everyone is passed out except me. Joy. So I get sit here in the dark, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do for the next few hours since apparently I did not drink a sufficient enough amount and am umable to pass out.
There's a very cute boy lying on the ground in front of me; he's been macking on Ember all night. To my right, Lionboy is cuddled up with a large stuffed dog and our buddy Mads. Immediately to my right is the kid whose house we are at. He kissed me earlier, but it was a drunken convenience; nothing to think on.
He just took off on his bike at one point, was gone for 20 minutes, and came back with deep roadrash on his palms. He was dazed and trashed and wouldn't tell me where he was trying to go. I sat him down and cleaned up his hands, and kissed them better.
But like 15 minutes later he passed out.
The cute boy is beginning to snore.
Julia
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