So here i am, rideless and drunk. I could call Maggies mom, she’s always been the coolest.
But she’d totally shoot me when she found her daughter laying in my lap, passsed out.
oh! an idea! that good-for-nothing boyfriend of mine!
I pick up my cell
okay, I’m thinking, address book, down, down, downnnnnn
There it is. Chris’ name is hilighted all i need to do is press talk.

So why am I so scared?