In short, his birthday had been amazing…what he could recall. The rest must’ve been all right, if he still felt it. Carefully he got out of bed and stripped. As his clothing fell to the floor his mind cleared, the stench of pot and booze gone with his shirt and pants. He rummaged through his closet and dressed in cleaner clothes, wondering what would be said on Monday about him skipping school. Another two days in detention loomed like a promise, but it had been worth it. Someday, when baseball was over and he said the hell with classes and shit? Everynight would be like the one before, everynight would be amazing. He’d make sure of it.
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