Let's take a brief trip back to 2001.
Unfortunately, Alex was in California and not around to enjoy quite possibly the most debaucherous summer on record. The teen girl squad consisting of B, J, and S were each dating one of the notorious Timber boys... Robbie still had the muffler-less pickup... he was also the only one with a license and a job, everybody lived with their parents still, and we were all (well most of us) still in high school. Life was easy, liquor was easy to get ahold of, and the Tillamook state forest beckoned our names.
As the summer came to a close, the drama started to stack up, and it seemed everybody around me became addicted to meth. Relationships were tore apart, people were getting hauled off to jail, and shit just absolutely hit the fan. I mean catfights and all kinds of unsavory horse shit.
Here's my point, kids. It was fun while it lasted, but LEAVE IT THERE. It's all a page in the memory books and that's where it should stay.
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Fortunately, yearbooks are pretty thin and you can fit them between the bars so that classmates can sign them in blood, with a shiv tip pen. BFF!
Very well put.
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