I was 16 when I met Luke. We went to the same high school and had a lot of mutual friends from drumline(Luke was a drummer, I was not but I don't want to get into WHY I was in drumline). I was hanging out with one of our friends and we end up at the lovely home of Luke's girlfriend. No one told me to bring a fucking bathing suit, so I'm stuck there looking like an idiot. Finally, Luke's girlfriend says to me "Hey, you can borrow one of my bathing suits from before my boob job." Oh how lovely, thank you! Oh and fuck you. But whatever. I wore her bathing suit. So that night Luke poured me a lot of drinks with a lot of whiskey in them. I don't know what happened that night. I hope I left that girl's wet bathing suit on her bed.
Fast forward a few years. It's summer of 2009 and I am now 19, just moved out of my parents' house into a lovely townhouse in a very ghetto neighborhood. Naturually, my roommate and I decided to throw a cowboys and indian themed party so I invited my dear friend Luke. He walked into my apartment yelling expletives and carrying a case of Shiner Bock and a handle of Wild Turkey. It was love. We sat on my back porch all night chain smoking and drinking. I have no idea what we talked about out there. Perhaps about how awesome my dream catcher coyote shirt and plastic hatchet were. One thing led to another and we haven't spent a night apart since then.
