![]() Group car rides are pretty much the only time I get to feign innocence when I lean a little further into the star player of my fantasies, more commonly known as my brother’s best friend. We stopped seven times already thanks to Brady’s baby bladder.Īt least they seem to have sobered up in the last fifteen minutes, finally allowing us to turn the music up loud enough to where we can actually hear it. ![]() We learned years ago that long drives with pouty, hungover man-boys are not fun, but here we are again, willing yet slightly annoyed participants in the ‘how many times does one man have to stop to piss’ experiment. ![]() My girl Cameron and I knew better than to party hard the night before a drive, so we headed home early to finish packing for our final trip to the beach before college life begins.Ī trip that should have taken no more than three and a half hours, yet we’ve already been in this damn SUV for five. So out they stayed, saying drunken goodbyes to our classmates at the very last summer party to be had in our hometown. The drive to Oceanside is usually a peaceful one, but my brother, Mason, and his two best friends, Chase and Brady, came to an unspoken agreement last night that “one more,” meant one more twelve-pack. Now I’m a shell of who I was, on a path too blurry to follow, and I see no way out. ![]() It didn’t matter how wild I allowed my imagination to run, it always led me to the same place in the end. ![]() For years, I’ve dreamt of what college life could bring and while some things changed, there was always one constant. ![]()
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