Honestly the party wasn’t significant, it was what happened after. I was too drunk to drive home, so I called my friend who had lived one apartment complex over to see if I could hang out with him till I was sober. He of course said sure and told me that he was actually at a buddy’s place and that he was about to leave.
I met him outside in an entirely too intoxicated state. He sat on the curb his custom long board rolling back and forth under his feet. He kicked it over to me as I walked into the road. I nearly fell over as I stopped it with my foot.
He laughed.
“Are you trying to get me to bust my ass?”
“I am never opposed to free entertainment.” He shot me a smile. I liked his smile. I had known him for years. His smile always found a permeate place in my heart. Warm and familiar, “Come on, let’s get you sober.”
“Yes. I have to be up entirely too early for the amount that I have drank tonight.”
“Oh yeah, what for?”
“I am interning for the first time at (For legal reasons I don’t think I can say the name of this place but it was a concert venue. A nice one. We shall call it Higher Ends.) tomorrow morning at nine.”
He looked at his watch and laughed, “Nah, you’ve got a solid six hours of sleep if you’re sober with in half an hour.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t worry, you aren’t going to be the only one there with lack of sleep and a hangover. My buddies Maddox, Justin, and Andrew are going to be there tomorrow too. I was just with em. Maddox is hammered but the other two aren’t as bad. Still, they’re all screwed for tomorrow.”
That was it. The first time I heard his name. If only I could have seen what was coming after this. What that name would mean to me in the next few months, year, year and a half. I would have run. Called in sick and never regretted it. Things don’t work like that though. Back to that next morning.
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