Two Years Pass(1978)

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Well, it's now 1978 and my wife and I still don't have children. She's drifting away from me as is Paul. I've grown closer and closer to Ace who is no longer even considering dating Gene. They did make up for a short time but were never close again. 

Ace and I have gone out several times and even made out a few of those. He is surprisingly good at that even if he is spaced out the majority of the time. The first time we didn't get caught because his parents were gone for the weekend. The next time he was on his knees in the rehearsal studio bathroom when Paul walked in and nearly fainted. We cut that session short when he screamed, alerting Gene who yelled at us. Needless to say, we never did it there again.

This is now Friday, no weekend rehearsal and a huge party to look forward to. I'm just about ready to leave when Paul comes up and asks if I want to go to the party with him. I almost cave in and say yes when Ace swoops in and drags me off. He kisses me right in front of Paul who runs off to Gene.

"Damnit Ace!" I grumble, "Did ya have to go and do that?"

"Aw,  curly, ya know ya wouldn't have fun with Paulie! Now come on!" "You know Paul doesn't do hard drugs."

We head to the party and are soon wasted. I completely forgot about the fact I was supposed to be having dinner with my wife's parents. When I stumble home later, she punches me and walks out. "Ouch!" I definitely deserve that. I pass out on the couch nursing a black eye. 

The next morning I wake up with a raging hangover so I snort a line to keep it from hurting. While I'm high I apparently call Ace instead of Paul and invite him to come over. He shows up with a case of beer and we're soon wasted again and high to boot.

Having no idea what happened next, we wake up in jail. "Wha' the hell did we do?" I mumble, trying to shake the cobwebs from my brain. My wife comes to bail me out, followed by Ace's girlfriend. They are both pissed off to say the least.

I guess we're definitely living the rock star lifestyle.

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