Now: Get ready with friends. Pregame. Go out. Real game. Get into a fight. Go too hard. Start throwing up. Do not put down the vodka. Cling to it. Throw up more. Don’t stop until crying too much in the bathroom and passing out and friends freaking out and them debating to call somebody to…
Long distance: The fun never ends
“Two hundred miles? That’s nothing,” they say, scoffing. “Not with all of the technology available to people these days. Before, when all they had was snail mail? That’s when things were really rough. You kids these days are just too spoiled. Don’t you have a driver’s license, anyways?” Whenever I get this kind of response…