Gay Beer

Fruit.My friend is staying with us right now while his dad is in the hospital. I love him very much, and love hanging out with him. We'll talk about conspiracies and girls, or videogames and music. He likes to drink, so we drink together. We got very drunk last weekend, and went to a bar with a dance floor. I dont remember how many beers I had, but I do remember dancing like a fruit for quite a long time. Besides the hangover, the regret that my other friends saw me dance like that, the fact that I'm 6'4 and hairy, way too white, was wearing jeans and a wifebeater, professed my sexuality to a friend who already knows and didn't care, missing the fishing trip planned for the next day, and the hangover, it was very fun. I've never danced in a club before, but I've always wanted to. Even if the memories are a little fuzzy, I can finally have some closure on what that feels like. It's fun when nobody else gives a shit, and its just a bunch of fuckin' around. Won't be drinking for a little…