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Another story I heard myself,
this one in high school,
we had this teacher in high whose kid went to our high school.
His name was Mr.Macnimara and his son Jake Macnimara to our high school
he was a sophomore when I was a senior, so he was 2 years me.
And Mr.Macnimara was an
and one weekend he and his decided to leave town,
you should never do if you're an asshole.
And Jake Macnimara decided to throw a party at the house
Hurrah!!(sarcastically)
And everyone around town heard about it, and we all got up and thought:
Okay, go over there and destroy the place.
I walked this party, everyone I had ever met was there,
and everyone was drinking it was the end of the world.
People were drinking like it was the Civil War and a was coming to saw our legs off.
It was unsupervised;
we were dogs without horses, we were running wild.
I down-I walk down to the basement,
they had a table in the basement,
one dude took a running start and his body onto the pool table and broke it in half.
kid found out which room was Mr.Macnimara's and went upstairs and took a shit on his computer.
So the party was great.
I'm standing in the basement and I'm a red cup,
you've movies,
and I'm there, and I'm holding a red cup
and I'm starting to out.
And I guess someone like "something, something police"
and in a moment of word association,
I "fuck da police!"
"fuck da police!"
and everyone joined in.
A hundred drunk white children "fuck da police"
with the confidence of guys who have already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore.
You know that like "I served my nickle, you and take me" confidence,
but children.
The reason someone had said "something, something police" was because the police there.
So a police officer walked down the stairs, and got to the bottom of the basement
and looked out over a sea of drunk yelling "fuck da police" in his face,
and he was impressed
he was "wow".
And then he leaned into his and went "get the paddy wagon".
And my John, who is now a father-this man now has a baby,
he grabbed a 40, it on the ground, and yelled "scatter!"
And ran in a different direction,
we all ran in directions.
It was like that scene in Rataouille the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways,
we all ran in directions.
I ran the laundry room, and I jumped on the washing machine, and I crawled out through a window into the backyard
and now I'm running through the backyard and this big chain-linked fence
and I thought "I've climbed a fence that high before"
and then I up at home.
On Monday, I to school
because that's we did back then.
And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see, but Jake
and he to me "hey, were you at my party on Saturday?"
and I "no", you know, like a liar.
And he said "things got really out of hand, someone broke the table, someone took a shit on my dad's computer"
"but the worse thing", he says, "the worse is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it."
And I had that thought, that black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have,
did-did I do
I no, I wouldn't have done that,
but I was never sure until, 2 later.

I'm playing games with this kid named Alex that we also went to high school with
2 years later, we've by now.
We're playing video games for a couple hours and Alex says to me,
"Hey, here. I want to show you something."
And then he me into his bedroom, and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom.
Never a good to have.
He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from people's parties over the years.
And I "why?" (in a whisper)
(still whispering) "why do you do this?"
And said, "because it's the one thing you can't replace."
That's the end of story, but how fucked up is that? right?
crazy!
So I don't anymore.