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![]() Any of you guys make pilgrimages back to your hometown bars and partys for homecoming?
I made a cameo for the first time. A lot of people I barely remember came up to me with different crazy things they remembered me doing .. some of them I'm pretty sure are not true... I don't remember them anyway. But, the craziest thing was all the girls - and even some guys - who had like vivid recollection of my bedroom from like 12 years ago. I moved out of my mom and stepdad's house at like 16 because I drove her nuts and I didn't like it there. I moved in with my dad - and I'd almost always spend the weekend at Gramps place. My dad and I - as well as gramps and an uncle would always go to Saratoga for at least 4 weeks .. and he'd try and Dave-proof the place to keep my bro out. It never worked ... they'd climb up on latters and get in threw a window or some sh!t like that. Basically ... my bedroom was at a far corner of the house - and if you had a party it was the only place you could really go to get away from everyone. So ... all of these chicks are telling me how serious you have to be if you're going to go in there and get it on. Many have entered and been cock-blocked by the doomy nature of the room. They tell me the lights never worked, the floor was loaded with VCR tapes, old racing forms, food wrappers, books, cans, and bottles. The bed sheets had not been washed in ages, and some of the shades on the window were either bent or broke off. Worst of all ... the one summer ... a few bee's had infiltrated the room before I left .. and by the time I got back there were bee's EVERYWHERE in that room. The few that were serious enough to try and get it on were stung like Mofo's. They all had different nicknames for it like "the bee room" and the "room of doom." |