So drunk I piss on a hill. Drunk drunk.
Scootering, why not? A Thursday night, what the fuck else am I going to do. I take my best friend back two days later for a different experience. For starters, the second one is more sober. And because I'm sober, my fearlessness is gone.
"Do it," I say, "be a man."
"Fine," he says, and then, "Bloody Mary." Again. And once more.
A fire engine sounds in the distance, and I'm thirteen playing with a ouija board again, jumping at everything that could be a sign of demon possession. A lot of things sound like demon possession, in case you were wondering.