When you decided you never wanted to come back to Boston.
A.W. Root Beer turned me all the way up and you saw me having sex with someone, so you decided to make me throw up, but the sex continued.
I remember what I ate that night, it was a small portion of House Fried Rice from Yuen BBQ down the street, and I had like a fifth of Jack Daniel’s so my stomach was already on a rocky road.
Then I had a few beers and some shots at the house party, I was pretty far gone, but that was still a good night. For me at least.