dirty
I walked outside to meet my ride and the passengers, look to my left and jump at the opportunity of a mellow high. I figured there wouldn't be a chance at any alcohol so what was the harm. We drove into the suburbs of Deer Park and sat in a mutual friend's backyard; a refreshingly nostalgic act except I was missing the key point of what made that memory refreshing. I bought five beers of off a good friend. They weren't good beers, not in any way shape or form but the mood was lighthearted so I didn't care. We watched another mutual friend go on for many a minute rapping to a makeshift beatbox and guitar line. We left the backyard and went farther into suburbia but this time into Pearland. It was a two-story house with pillars near the door, much like all of the houses surrounding it. We leaned against the wall in the garage while people we didn't know played beerpong. There was a keg there for the six people + my four who had shown up. I was on beer # six when i showed up. I left with six more in me and apparently didn't make it into my house independently.
And the irony behind all of this is I didn't expect to even go out.
And the irony behind all of this is I didn't expect to even go out.