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Another story I about myself,
one happend in high school,
we had this teacher in school 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 wife decided to town,
which you should never do if an asshole.
And Jake Macnimara to throw a party at the teacher's house
Hurrah!!(sarcastically)
And everyone around town about it, and we all got up individually and thought:
Okay, let's go there and destroy the place.
I into this party, everyone I had ever met was there,
and everyone was like it was the end of the world.
People drinking like it was the Civil War and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.
It was unsupervised;
we were like dogs without horses, we were wild.
I down-I walk down to the basement,
they had a pool 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 standing in the and I'm holding a red cup,
seen movies,
and I'm standing there, and I'm a red cup
and I'm to black 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 else in.
A hundred drunk white yelling "fuck da police"
with the confidence of guys who have like already been to jail and aren't of it anymore.
You that like "I served 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 Chicago police officer walked down the stairs, and got to the bottom of the
and out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling "fuck da police" in his face,
and he was impressed
he was "wow".
And then he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went "get the wagon".
And my friend John, who is now a man now has a baby,
he grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground, and "scatter!"
And everyone ran in a direction,
we all ran in directions.
It was like that scene in Rataouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in ways,
we all ran in directions.
I ran into the laundry room, and I jumped on the washing machine, and I crawled out a window into the backyard
and now I'm through the backyard and there's this big chain-linked fence
and I "I've never climbed a fence that high before"
and I woke up at home.
On Monday, I went to
because that's what we did then.
And I'm walking into the building and who do I see, but Jake Macnimara
and he says to me "hey, were you at my 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 that someone stole these old photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it."
And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve can have,
did-did I do
I figured no, I wouldn't have that,
but I was sure until, 2 years later.

I'm playing video games with this kid named Alex that we also to high school with
2 later, we've graduated by now.
We're playing video games for a couple hours and then says 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 side off of his bedroom.
a good thing to have.
He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos 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.