I’m going to hold onto this place for quite sometime, I feel.
This place used to belong to Kyle. Back when I was in school (07-09) I spent a lot of Friday / Saturday nights here, just dancing away. At the time I wasn’t a drinker but these parties were THEE parties to be at. Where Kyle and I’s brotherhood was generally formed. I’d drive a car full of friends from my area up and we’d have a blast. I think this was the first place I saw any of my close friends drunk at. I can remember driving them home to their parents’ places throwing up. Some quick memories that flash include a 15 (or 16?) year old attempting to rob the place, looking for money. We had just come back and the kid was in the house when we approached. It was one of the most surreal experiences in my life. The truth of the matter was there was no money in the house as all of us were dirt poor. I watched a buddy of mine fall asleep in a chair outside, in the rain. He stayed there all night. That guy was so punk rock he has since passed away (not that night, mind you). Another time some other fell into a fireplace, came out with not a scratch on him. Half of the parties there we didn’t even dress our gender. I took a drive up to see what the new occupants had to offer. Turns out they had nothing to offer but a regular home. What an american dream that has to be.. I doubt the holes in the walls exist anymore or even the spray paint covered basement. But man, that was college. Killer Parties Almost Killed Me.
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