I have no idea what was going on. 9, 10 drinks and they took me into the bathroom to do more shots from a water bottle. I’d been in women’s bathrooms before, that wasn’t a big deal, but never was I in the same stall with four hot chicks.
God I had to take a piss. So, I just said, “Yo, I’m gonna piss.” And I did.
I stayed really drunk most of that spring. I wasn’t sad over missing her, I was sad because I had lost someone. Someone I had gave too much to, and that was all gone.
She had moved across the country with some dude she met on the Internet, and it’s weird but good for her, they’re still together today. And I moved south and hid away in this closet of an apartment, I never really went crazy (I kept to myself), I never really let loose (I always said, “I’m cool.”), and at the time, this time I felt like I deserved it, I owed it to myself.
I don’t know if I’ll ever really sober up from what I’ve been through, but I can make the best of it, or at least try.
These are the women who got me through the roughest year of my life, I don’t know if they know that, but they did. Because I don’t know what I would be like today without them- four hot girls, who turned out to be really fucking good friends.
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