Jon looked pretty wasted to me. But even more so when he began to talk. It was all slurred. Pretty soon Scarlet noticed too, especailly when the converstation became completely random; going from worms to snowboarding to riding the bus in two, slurring, arm-flailing sentences.

“I think wormies deserve freedom of speech and-and that snowboarding is a thing of the past man! Be cool, ride the bus to school!”

Scarlet looked at me as Max and David started laughing, calling me an “idiot” and explain that “wormies can ride snowboards on the bus.” Which totally bewildered me. So we took a walk back to Scarlet’s house (parents were on business).

As we got in I went into the kitchen to grab some water and aspirins for the boys when Travis walked in.

“Need any help?” He asked. He didn’t seem wasted.

“No, I got it. Drunks shouldn’t help with medication.”

“Me? I didn’t drink, I bought. I don’t drink, not my thing. They bug me until there are too drunk to care.” We both laughed.