"Dude, come on, just walk home with me. It's right over the hill, and you live in the same neighborhood!" "I don't know, it's a terrible idea... it's like eight miles away or some shit like that, and we're both pretty drunk..." "Eight miles, my ass, it's like two! Or something. Fuck it, just come with me!" Nate stopped in the street, swaying a bit, grasped the sides of his coveted leather jacket, and sighed heavily. "All right," he caved, in his gravely-voiced consent, "let's go." "Yes!" I jumped... read more
