Hazzy memories at first. My family and the "cool" but drunk kids from maryville high. It is all happening over at my dear friend B.F.'s old house on north ave. I bring two eggs over. There is another already there and fucked up shit ensues.
D.D. planned the whole thing and loved every minute of it. J.R. is there and still a huge asshole baby.
I suddenly decided I had to leave and went out to eat with my family. J.R.'s brother J.R. was there too, as well as the drunken N.N. Everything started to go downhill from, there.
Everyone from before showed up, so I bailed and went to my dear friend G.P.'s. I showed him my eggs and told him I was ready to go home. The eggs were huge and woobly and a shell-less soft now. We drove by the North Casey's and they were building a super one like walmart. The temporary one was off to the left. There was another gas station up the hill to the west on top of it. G.P. absolutely hated it, but he did used to go there for five years I remembered.
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