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At fourteen, I swiped a jug of my grandma’s potato peel ***** then led my friends to a forest that started up behind an old quarry road. The forest went on forever, and we had botanicals to sniff, so we bled into the tree line, heading for the swamps. I yanked the cork, THUNK, and tipped the jug to my lips. Jim and Todd looked on in amazement while I forced the notorious stuff down, staggered sideways, and watched the treetops spin like pinwheels. “I hate my old man,” I wheezed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Todd reached for the jug and glanced at Jim. “So do we,” he said with a laugh.
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
Fourteen
At fourteen, I swiped a jug of my grandma’s potato peel ***** then led my friends to a forest that started up behind an old quarry road. The forest went on forever, and we had botanicals to sniff, so we bled into the tree line, heading for the swamps. I yanked the cork, THUNK, and tipped the jug to my lips. Jim and Todd looked on in amazement while I forced the notorious stuff down, staggered sideways, and watched the treetops spin like pinwheels. “I hate my old man,” I wheezed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Todd reached for the jug and glanced at Jim. “So do we,” he said with a laugh.
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
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