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Originally Posted by Moejoe
I was fifteen, cider was cheap, graveyards were good places to hang out and not get nicked by coppers. We were two drunken ships in the night, well, maybe one tug and a speedboat  It was over before it began and it left me dazed, confused and wishing that I'd caught that last bus home. Ahh, the horrible, horrible memories of youth.  |
Ah, the wisdom that comes with age.... my "first" story is not nearly as exciting. It doesnʻt involve dead people, graves, or any sort of soft drink. It did, however, involve a futon and a few orders of popcorn chicken. The popcorn chicken came after the fact, though, so itʻs not nearly as interesting as it sounds.