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No Bourbon or Bus or Backpack | | fritz | Feb 7, 2007 | I'm arriving home, which is my parents' house. I go around the back by the kitchen, where Petra and some other people are drinking on the porch by the redroom. There's a bottle of bourbon there, and I'm thinking about sneaking a swig. Then Petra says "We're all out of mixer, but you can help yourself to some straight bourbon if you want", and I realize that I don't want any. I think I have one beer in my room, and that's all I want.
In the morning, a huge yellow bus arrives in the driveway and I get on it. Then I realize I left my backback in the house, and I ask the bus driver to wait while I run and get it from the library. But when I get back down on the ground, the bus has turned into a shiny black car, and several little kids (I think Silas among them) are afraid to get in it because it's not the bus they are accustomed to. But I can't help them, I have to get my backpack first. | Next: Parties and Skin Problems |
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