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Fuck, I miss Dante. I'm ready to go home. ******************************************

Of everything we've been through (no, no) Toast to the ones here today (ayy) Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories (ayy) And the memories bring back, memories bring back you Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo Memories bring back, memories bring back you Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo (ooh, yeah) Memories bring back, memories bring back you Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, doh, doh Memories bring back, memories bring back you.....♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I asked the guy in front of me like he could read my mind. He looks so familiar and I was sure I've seen him somewhere but the alcohol I had taken was doing a real damage to my memory. The guy laughed. I guess he was also drunk "What is not true?" "That everything will end in disaster!!" I half yelled, spreading my arms wildly. He looked confused "What will end in disaster?" Then he narrowed his eyes at me "Are you not supposed to be with your wife at home instead of coming here to drink?" I gave a laugh of mockery, of course I was mocking myself. "Be with my wife at home?" I laughed again, slapping my palm on the counter. "I am here, drinking this shit--" I pointed to the alcoholic drink in

ANTHONY’S POV It’s not until 3 a.m. that I walk into the familiar comfort of my home, my system filled with more alcohol than I’ve consumed in a while. I’m not drunk, though, considering I was the one who drove myself back home – at least not drunk enough. But isn’t that what every drunk or high person always says? Now would be a good time to laugh at my self-made joke, but I’m still too bereft to feel anything other than the pounding ache behind my eyes.

"I was drunk dude, I can't remember a thing" "Ugh, don't give me that drunk crap." He scoffed, "First, you don't drink. Secondly, even if you were drunk, you wouldn't be able to drive us home. Yes I knew it was you all along" "Thirdly, you have a retentive memory, which means you rarely forget things, even when you were a bad boy, and always got drunk, you remembered everything." He continued, as realization dawned on me. "You even remember things more than Joanna does after her accident"

I smirked; he was nothing, weak. My mom turned to me, “And you, young man, how many times do I have to tell you, when you’re drunk, you go home to your condo? It’s dangerous to drive when you’re drunk!” she said in a stressed tone, fixing my polo shirt and wiping the blood from the corner of my lip, “Look at you, how many times did you get hit on the lip, and your cheeks are so red. What’s your target for today, a punching bag?” I didn’t answer and just laughed, but she gave me a stern look, so I stopped myself from laughing more, lest I get a strong pinch again. Her nails seemed to reach the bone.

"Dolly, you drink?" She casually popped open a beer bottle with practiced ease. "Of course I do. Oh, right—you lost your memory. You forgot that I drink." She let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Sigh, you only realize how great alcohol is once you step into the real world. Drowning your sorrows in booze? Works like a charm. "A useless old dad, a helpless mom, a good-for-nothing brother, and me, working like a mule every single day... sigh."

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

Reaching forward I set the bottle of beer down on the pine table and open up the group chat. Me: Guys I need some help. Lex: What’s news? You always need help, Man. Not surprised being that ugly. Me: Fuck you shitface. Roger: What’s up big daddy, spill. Dean: Don’t tell us you got some girl pregnant and now she wants to have a ring on her finger (laughing emojis follow). Me: Fuck you lot, I’m being serious. Something happened back home and I need to talk to you all. Do you think you could act like grown ups for once in your life. God knows how you manage to be Navy Seals. You’re all a bunch of fuck ups.

From what I've seen, it doesn't seem likely. I wasted my time drinking at the bar. I returned home so drunk that I couldn't drive. I had to take a taxi home. Mama was asleep, so no one greeted me, and no one knew I was drunk. I slept heavily, the alcohol taking its toll. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz