"Are you drunk?"
I was lying on her doorstep. Light started creeping back into my field of vision.
"Huh?"
This was the first time I was to meet her. What an impression I had made. I wasn't drunk. It was heatstroke. I had passed out before I could even knock on her door. She helped me in and gave me Gatorade. This was the first (and certainly not the last) time I'd consumed G2 Grape.
For all my efforts and utter failures over the next year, this relationship would not end well.
You sure can write Jay! This is awesome!
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