“LINCOLN STYLE IS BAD. I AM DEAD hahaha you have a good night. Xxxxx”
So this is around the time I found out that a person in my class lives in my hometown. IT’s also the timewhen the three of us, Amber, Cooney (Hometown buddy) and I, started to become good friends.
So we all decided to go on a night out, the three of us. We got memory-loss drunk.
Not a single one of us remembers past the shots of tequila and sambuca.
All in all a good night, I think some of us handled it better than others though, evidently.