for which he must change.
A party happened. A boy was host. His two roommates were hosts too. The boys invited people who entered one by one. Sometimes two by two or two by one. The people interacted. Laughter erupted. Drinks were made by the hosts and consumed by the people who had entered one by one, two by two, or two by one. Pictures were taken of the people. And the same people daveled in Mexican roulette. The party ended, but the people wanted more. They made their next destination a bar that served mixed drinks and beer. They piled into cars and cabs.
The boy found himself in a car of a friend of a friend. They arrived. The boy offered the friend of a friend dollars for their trouble. Politely refused, the people emerged from the car with high hopes. Approaching the bar the boy reached for his wallet that was not there, it was in the car of the friend of a friend. The friend of a friend had left. He tried to get in but was refused entrance by a man. He insisted his friends stay. He began to run. Lucky for him, he had worn converse low tops that night.
The time was past midnight, the boy felt urgency. Fun was commencing, and he was not there. He ran, and he ran fast. He had a plan that consisted of passports and bicycles. Home was less than one mile away. His shirt was off, sweat streaming down his face. A car faced him, stopped at a light. The driver shouted, “Boy! Hey Boy!”. He turned and faced the driver slowing his pace. He stopped to respond. The driver was not a friend of a friend, but a friend. They knew eachother from school. They had lived together once.
The boy got a ride. He found his passport. He rinsed his hair. The friend brought him back to the place that served mixed drinks and beer. Impressed by the passport, the man at the door let the boy right in. His friend was granted entrance too. Friends of friends and friends were there. Fun commenced with the boy and his friend.
The bar closed. The hosts and their friends returned to the their residence. The party ended, and sleep happened. The boy was overjoyed with the memories he made.
*These may or may not be photos of the boy and his friends:
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Filed by ryanroth at May 13th, 2006 under Geke