I used to hang out in a mythical land called Cambodia - here we would drink untill our livers swelled up, watch assclowns shotgun holes in their bedroom ceilings, fuck randomly, throw bayonets through the shared walls, wish red steve would shut the fuck up, follow little sarah around cause she was so goddamn cute, drink some more, wonder how I was going to get to PA to pick up Paris to haul her ass back for a party and NOT break down AND get her back up there the next day, call up "house Avalon" and scream "DUM-DUM-DAHHHHHHHHHH" at them, try to figure out who fucked the inflatable sheep and left it on the TV, and, lastly wonder if Amelia was going to knife me in my sleep for not treating Julia as well as she thought I should. Or was that after we broke up. Who the hell knows. I do recall that "them was some damn fine parties".
Personaly I ducked out and moved to Boston and lost track of the whole crew - untill, that is, Kangle started sharing the locations of old friends! So here I am.
Oh yeh and Julia came to my wedding two summers ago and we all went to the beach together, so Amelia has no reason to knife me anymore.
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