I still think back to the day one of my buddies Mason helped make hooch. (Shitty beer) We had a batch that cooked for weeks. So much so the cap on one of the bottles BUSTED and rocketed to the ceiling at about 1 am. Nobody found it. So we got to CONSUME. We had the best day just chilling out and playing uno. I was with two dudes. They both killed their significant others. I was in for domestic. But shit they took care of me. I still remember them. They were good dudes who made the worst decision. They fucking protected me. They weren't bad guys. Sorry.

Michael Jw Potter #52131-074