...and the next thing I remembered, I was bulldogging my way on over to the cooler full of beer where I saw some damnfool sitting on it like it was his own personal lawn chair and when I used my one arm to push him over, I watched him topple onto people and I screamed in his face “BEAT IT GEEK! “ and everything went quiet, he didn’t even get up to fight me, just started laughing and more and laughter came ringing into our ears but all things considered, you have to be on the alert when guarding the gates to heaven because you never know when some beer-mongering archangel will come and strike you down.
god doesn’t play, the devil doesn’t play and recess was my least favorite subject because when it comes to beer... I don’t play.
and as for the rest of the night I swallowed moths whole and drank beer until I puked until I woke up on a **** soaked couch and had the greatest moth-eaten, beer-drunken hangover in all its morning glory a small victory perhaps but it was mine to keep and that was a long time ago when I thought I was somebody but there’s still a long way to go before I actually accomplish that.