The face of regret

The morning after parties was great. I’d wake up, make coffee, then walk into my livingroom which always had good friends, and stragglers sleeping on whatever territory they could claim. I’d turn the radio on, and then start fiddling with my gunsafe. The dial and lever turn is heavy and distinct, and was odd sounding enough to wake everyone up. All the randoms would collect their shit and turn into vapor as soon as i started checking rifles before loading them into cases. My good friends knew the drill and would stay and clean up with me, then breakfast and a range day as a way to end the weekend. Party kid obv is out of his league. Don’t host parties if you’re a pushover.

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