Being Honest With Fiction

A.J. and I decided to play a game which was not unlike most of the reckless games that teenagers play. This was a game that the crazy kids play when they’re drinking shots that will inevitably make them sick.And yes. We did get sick.I suppose the game of quarters was the initial idea, but no one had any quarters. So, instead, A.J. and I sat at our friend Pete’s kitchen table while his parents were out of town. We played a guessing game that went something like, “I’m thinking of a number between one and ten, guess!” A.J. picked sevenI laughed out loud, “WRONG!” and A.J. had to drink.This was the game and the game was unwinnable. Neither if us could win because no matter what the number was, the response was the same.“Wrong!” and “Now drink!” We began the game and drank faster than we could handle.Such is life for two young and longhaired burnouts who dared the edge too much. All was fine for a while.All was fine until we stood up.I didn’t feel the effects of the booze while I was…