In twenty or so minutes Phil is turning 21. I will have a glass of pink champagne with him. That's the only way to deal with these situations.
Almost midnight and I'm still hungover. No amount of bread or water will fix me. I tried to smoke it off. I spent the day flattened against the couch, watching The Thing and Clueless. Then there were no
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