I remember a friend’s first child’s birthday.

Me and the mom killed a pony keg because no one else had the balls too.

I’m about that friend’s age now… man, she went hard. Gonna miss her. I couldn’t keep up now.

Edit: She’s alive and well, married with a gaggle of kids, we grew apart. Just miss those late summer nights where the only place we had to be was a shit retail job, and we could get stoned for that.