After three glasses of Pinot, it was like staring into my own future.
That moment when you’re downing gin next to your old rec basketball coach and don’t know whether to nonchalantly leave or order a double.
Some guy I vaguely remember from high school’s basement
Who’s too cool for me now????
What I lost in dignity upon seeing someone I used to babysit underage drinking at the bar, I gained in a fairly priced appetizer menu.
A Honda Accord
The chariot awaits.
A friend of a friend’s cousin promised they had premium cable but I was only met with poorly constructed IKEA furniture and questionable moonshine.
Some abandoned hunter’s fort in the woods
Full of too many rusted cans and prewar ammo to attain that quaint Pinterest cabin appeal.