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It was just past one, and the dance was coming

  • It was just past one, and the dance was coming to an end. The girls took off heels to rub sore feet, the boys had long abandoned their jackets and ties. Across the room, Anna was
  • crossing the room. Anna sat down next to me before passing out and falling off the back of her chair. Everyone had finished dancing now and were staggering towards the
  • buffet, each with their own unique drunken stagger. Anna slumped against my shoulder and I sighed. Why was everyone at this party such a lightweight drinker? I supposed that I
  • would wind up being stuck with Designated Driver again, and have to spend nearly fifty bucks getting everyone home. Again. Then again, I could always leave these idiots to stumble
  • home tripping over the shoelaces that would undoubtedly be tied in jest later in the eve when one passed out before the others. They will then start piling things on said person& I
  • would usually be the one to tie his shoelaces. We were a rowdy bunch, drinking until 7am every day and missing work every other day. Yet we stuck together, sometimes literally. For
  • us, we are the definitive gumshoes, even though we are a dry bunch. Despite all of that drinking involved, we never touched alcohol. And we secretly longed for stable employment.
  • ..yet were too lazy to work. We were all of all of one mind, despite our diverse thinking, and quite rational when we weren't acting crazy. In some ways we felt free here in prison
  • Free to rob, shank and rip off any new inmate of our choosing (and a bunch of the old timers too.) It was us Daisy Dukes battling for supremacy with the Nasal Napalm gang.
  • "Put up your Dukes," sneered the Nasal Napalm gang, and when we did, their eyes glazed over and we knew we had won at last.

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