All piled into the house on Woodlawn. They had me do all the old jokes, as though I were a wind-up toy. Most of them had never been in the house before. It was about to be abandoned anyway; but my mind still clings to it. I smoked pot there for the first time. I got on the road to my first hook-up at a party, & I punched a Hulk Hogan’s poster’s crotch. Now even this pile-up was fifteen years ago. The shed in the back was filled with smoke, as were we.
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