I shall admit freely that nothing is more hilarious

than going out drinking with a childhood friend,

getting sufficiently intoxicated, only to come home

realizing you have no money left, and you neglected to

bring your keys and your cell phone with you.

You then resort to throwing a tennis ball (one of a

few hundred the dog leaves in the yard) at your

sister’s bedroom window to try and get her to let you

in, because despite being 31, you still hate to face

your parents drunk in the middle of the night!

and it’s only 2:40am, when I was still living here, I

used to stumble in at sunrise or later….

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