For some reason, things were odd. My mom wasn’t acting like my mom, more like a big sister. And there were other people living in my house, people my age. Their parents died? We were getting ready to go to school. The bus was coming at 9:30. Suddenly it was the weekend and we were going to a theme park. I had invited many many friends to meet me there, and I called up Chris. He was sick. I talked with him for a while, but then I was at the park running about in a giddy circle. I stumbled into this bar. The men were old and grissled with a few of my friends there. I bought a bottle of whisky.

I drank most of the bottle, trying to ignore the stinging taste. Suddenly things tilted and got bluzzy. I startled stumbling while I walked and my tongue felt thick. I was so drunk. I hoped my parents didn’t noticed the nearly finished bottle in my hands. If they did they didn’t care. I stumbled up to Dan Fogel, Leonard. Then I noticed someone else I knew. A boy who’s name was somefink like Joe or Josh. I gave him a hug. He was a punk kid, wearing torn camo pants and with soft baby bird blonde hair. I linked arms with him and staggered off.

The enterence to the park was like an altered WM. A boy came up to me and asked if I could take him to the prom because he thought I was a senior. We flirted for a short ammount of time. Still on Joe/Josh’s arm, I walked out of the “school”. We sat on a bench for a bit.

Suddenly we were in a boat. He changed into Kevin McDonald. He wanted me to jerk him off. I was very surprised by that, for those of you who know Kevin you prolly would be too. He insisted on it, but I said no because of Leonard. Then I got very lonely for Leonard.