'WTF did I do last night?' he thought before

'WTF did I do last night?' he thought before noticing the beer cans, liquor bottles, take out and clothing littering

the floor. The room smelled like chicken wings and vomit. And if that wasn't enough, a naked midget then proceeded to

jump on the trampoline until the springs started to squeak under the strain. He called to everyone "Let's play popcorn!

"As I jump you pop like kernels in a hot pan of oil. The first one to fall out has to buy the next round." Not a bad idea, we thought. Up and on the trampoline we went, thinking

He liked to pretend he was Superman on the up, and Robin on the down. He told me, years ago, that he wore both Superman and Robin underwear at the same time, so he could pretend

his fondness for spandex was merely dressing up at comic book conventions and for science fiction fandom. It wasn't. He'd been wearing tights on and off since that first day of

kindergarten when he found a pair of spandex in the dress up bin, tried them on, and never wanted to take them off. He begged his mom for his own pair and that was the beginning of

of a series of super-heroic lacerations, bone spurs, splints, boots and neck braces. It barely phased me that he'd cut the crotch out of them and replaced them with a

bedazzled merkin the likes of which I'd never seen - and believe me, I know my way around the local Renaissance Faire. It was amazing. To this day, the memory leaves me speechless.