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so yeah. this weekend was interesting. he really should have tried harder. it's not like we're okay, but that's okay. the party was all right, but it was kind of weird. he used to tell me that he would never drink. or do anything of the nature. he saw what it did to his dad. it did bad things. bad things that had bad effects on everyone around. he never wanted to be that. so why is it, all these years later, all these kids later, all these same kids who wouldn't touch a drop in high school, find their way to this whole scene. that's growing up, and that's fine. but, not him. as soon as I walked in, I could barely hide my shock. wasted. so wasted. who are you? loveable. cute. yeah, it was fun back in the day. I can see your future. it only takes one bad night, and it's all over for you. you lose your game and find me in the corner. we talk over a beer, and it's cool. 4 years? me too. good for you, not-so-much for me. well, I can't even really say that. as much as it was nothing, as much as it was also 4 years ago, you bring it up. just in time for your girlfriend to walk in. just in time for you to drunkenly blurt out things that make her feel not-so-good. I think she might have cried. I am just guessing though. sucks having serious talks in the middle of partying with your friends. real buzz kill, man. I wouldn't be bothered, but I am secure. After fives of minutes go by, I have to call someone. when 4way calling is invented, I will go back in time and make use of it. hopefully we'll all be in the country then. I laugh in the corner with my in-state best friend. unconditional best friend. we laugh at how silly this is. I party on Wayne-- party on, Garth. because it's not my world here, but I am taking it all in. time goes by and she stands next to me in her orange vest. neither of us look at the other. I don't know about her, but I couldn't stand digesting the fake 'hello'-- it's her insecurity. we really were just talking about you. "speak of the devil"-- poor choice in words there, champ. she makes nice with some other people. I make nice with everyone else in the room. I feel bad for her. it's been years. and my 4year is right next to me. in fact, he was right next to the situation in the first place. get over yourself. then comes the time to play with the big boy-- aka you are fucking old, what the hell are you even doing here? I'd name names, but I don't even want to think of yours. it's cold out, and you want my keys. I'm not out here to shotgun a beer with you, I'm actually here to talk you out of it. Mr. Fucking Old says to hand over my keys, we should watch him do this and lose it. you're fucking old and immature, leave. I tell him straight up, "This isn't who I know. When I knew you. . . who are you?" This gets him inside. Not all the way inside but off the deck. in some strange middle-ground. Bill comes out and lectures Mr. Old. I tell him, "You know that Bill is lecturing him about YOU. how does that make you feel?" He's done. he's done. I think I've succeeded. we've got a dialogue going on. locked in some strange middle-ground. The orange vest opens the door from inside. takes one look and shuts it. oh come on, how high school are you? seriously. grow up. less than a minute later, The Enforcer comes into the middle-ground. takes him by the shoulders and lets him know that he has to come in now. I was just trying to get him to stop drinking. he didn't need that extra beer. I think I saved the day, and I'm not looking for a medal. I mingle. he leaves. wasted. so wasted. poor kid, I know how it's going to end. and I just wish I could talk him out of it. I knew him back when... but I guess we've all changed since then.