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Intelligence Next Door
21 April 2001, at 6:58 p.m.

Boy #1 to #2: Oh look at me. I can throw an empty keg at you while I'm still drunk.

Boy #2 to #1: Oh yeah, well I can ride my scooter around in circles on the front lawn.

Boy #1 to #2: Well so what. Watch, I can do that too. Shit. Oh no, don't worry, it's fine. That was awesome, though. Did you see that?

Boy #1 to #3: Hey man, come on. Let me throw this keg at you. Aw you're such a wuss. You're so effing beat. See how many times I caught that?

Boy #3 to #1, arm around his girl, cradling a plastic cup of bright, golden beer in the other: No man, I'm gonna sit here next to my girlfriend and drink beer.

Boy#1, ten minutes later, to #3: Hey catch. Oh, sorry, I threw those keys fifteen feet behind you. I've got a good arm, though. Wanna play catch with the beer barrel?

Boy #2 high-fives Boy #1, congratulating him on his effed up throw: You're so effed up man. You're effing wasted.

Boy #1 fifteen minutes later to #3: Hey, do you know where our football is?

Boy #3 to #1: Yeah I just gave it to Sam.

Boy #1, shouting, somewhat slurring his words, to #3: Sam? You gave it to Sam? He's effing drunk. What were you thinking man?

Boy #1 to an unseen face, maybe #3, maybe me, maybe no one in particular: Wave back at me, dammit.


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