Attendance was mandatory. A campfire, friends and music. I don’t know what evil twin decided we would be drinking gin this night, but I’m open, it’s my last night in town. Anything could happen out here under the northern sky. The stars were clear and bright, just right for Wizard’s twenty-first birthday party.
Why is my leg wet? We were driving into town to get more of something (hopefully it wasn’t more gin) and then suddenly it’s raining on me and my leg is submerged in a stream of running water and mud. I can hardly stand up it’s so slippery. Cars are going by on the road above and I’m down in this ditch alongside the road, my ride apparently long gone. God help me, not this again. Happy Birthday to me.
