New Year’s Eve, Part 1
I’m Mike. Among my friends, we have a tradition. Whenever any of our parents leave for a few nights we get shitfaced, play pong, watch a movie, and pass out. However, one night the routine changed for me. It was freezing cold, already dark at 5:00, and the roads were icing up from last night’s storm. Nothing out of the ordinary for a winter night in a Boston suburb, but that night was just a bit different. It was December 31st, and that can only mean one thing. Party. My friends and I were all home from college for the winter, and most of us were halfway through our Junior year. We went to High School together and worked at the same place in our teens (one of my friends is a manager there now), …