Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Hell Of A Party

As far as these sorts of things went, I suppose it was pretty mild. There was no rampant destruction, no epic youthful transgressions. Hell, my liquor cabinet was barely raided!

And that kinda worried me. Part of the reason I went on this trip was to give him some space, and I was expecting a disaster when I came back, I assumed it was part of every adolescent’s journey, hosting a huge party.

But there were just a half dozen teenagers, all dozing on chairs and such. I was confused.

Then I looked down in the cellar, and was terrified.

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