A Great Memory
Gavin and I went to the 76 to get some ice. So we grabbed the ice and returned to the car, with a certain mafia-esc walk. He opened the trunk of the car to reveille a beautiful glistening keg. The trunk light shined on that keg like it was a display at an art museum; and angels rejoiced. We flung the ice to keg as if this were a casual event. As we shut the trunk to get in the car a man yelled from the distance “fuck yeah!”. I turned and did a kinda of half nod and grinned then continued on to the car. We enter the car with such grace. I turn to him and he to me. Gavin said “fuck yeah” and I quickly replied with “dude, I know”.