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

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