Nick was this guy i knew in college. We would get drunk and make fun of all those less fortunate than ourselves. We would terrorize his neighbors and start drunken tackle football games in the middle of winter at 3 am on a tuesday. We often found ourselves at parties being thrown by people we didn't know for people we didn't know in some place that was just as foreign. We had contests over who could create the best one liner that would silence a loud room. Though many were great, none was as effective as "So I'm banging this bald chick right..." I often look back at those times and think of how great it was to be drunk in some person's house who most likely would have called the cops on us if it weren't for the cover of assumed familiarity. That is what i am about. Hiding out amongst your friends, incognito, and jumping out at you when you least expect it. Not with anything witty, but with the ravings of a drunken lunatic marked with a kiss of a whiskey sour dellusion.
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