It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang. I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,”
We all stumbled out of the cab and began walking up the drive way while my friend Megan paid the driver. It was my 22nd birthday, and we managed to drink at every bar downtown. We finally had gotten back to Ali’s house and we were all pretty intoxicated. One by one we plopped down