““hands, other have Solo cups. Most stand with their hands in their pockets. As we move closer to the crowd, my stomach begins to come unhinged. I thought I wanted a peaceful, somber affair, but I begin to crave a long night that will lead to a total blackout. It’s sudden, but I want to bury my grief in a bottle of whiskey. Everybody knows that’s the simplest, most efficient way to let it all out. It also brings the bonus perk of not being able to remember. It’s Joey’s party, but he’s nowhere””
