I was recently reminded that alcohol in the eyes burns like a mo-fo. It was 25 years ago at a house party in my home town that I had a drink thrown in my face. -not as exciting as it looks in the movies, let me tell you.
Yesterday, a fit, red-headed man with freckles and a fine tan came into my shop to purchase lunch. Tall and striking, I stared at him a bit before realizing that I must know him from somewhere. As my workmate was ringing him up, I asked if he were from Hayward-by-the-Sea. He said that he was and I said I was as well. He gave his name and I blurted out, 'I think I partied at your house'. He asked my name and as I told him he smiled and said, 'Oh, yeah! I remember you!' That made me wonder if we'd hooked up, or something. He quickly went on to say that he works as a carpenter and is often on jobs with D.L. D.L. was the douche who threw a vodka tonic in my face all those years ago in the backyard of Red's house. Apropos red, my co-worker said I looked like a beet at the mention of D.L.
Weird stuff and weird memory. F.U., D.L.
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