Vomit, smoke and love

danceWe gave invitations on arrival as others jumped the fence. Vomit in the corner of the lounge of a house equally filled by smoke as it was music.

KC and JoJo played, we awkwardly swayed as only teenagers can.

I can’t remember dinner last Wednesday, but I remember falling in love nearly fourteen years ago.

 

A story dedicated to my wife and the mother of my children55new

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