I'm walking down River Road. I feel dizzy, and I'm not quite going straight. Huh? What's going on? Oh! I say after realization.
I'm 19, it's 12:30, and I'm half-drunken on River Road.
"Hhhhhhailey!" I yell right as I belch.
Hailey groans. "What, James?" I can tell she's trying to not lose her temper while watching 3 drunken friends of hers.
"Jeez"-- I hiccup --"Hailey, dunn gotta be so"-- I belch (boy, am I nasty when drunk) --"ruuuuuuuuuude." Almost instantly, whoever else is drunk with me, starts singing "Why You Gotta Be So Rude?"
I know none of the words, so I say "na na, la la" and crap like that to the beat.
Oooh, I think as I look at the body of water below us. I wanna go swimming!
Then I remember: I went to the Nut-House because of that. I can't.
But for some reason, I still do it.
Everyone gasps. "JAMES!!!"
Aaaand here we go.
