[to be finished recounting at a later date - too lazy]

wow. katie's party was a ride.

we sat around the glass square table, all of us in our scanty lingerie
little paper ketchup holders brimming with dark, red, vodka jello shots, cups of mixed drinks, and a giant bong occupied the central space
the pipe was passed around the table, the base of the hookah slowly rotating with each hand-off
music played in the background as


"I want to be inside your head..."
"But you are..."
"You know what I mean."


"Stop giving me those looks!"
"You started it"
"Ah, so I take the blame?"
"Yes, you do."
"Alright, I take credit for the looks then. I can deal with that."
"Credit? Only a few seconds ago you were taking the blame!"
"Yeah but..."
"Yes. Well, either way, you're right. It's credit."
"It's credit."