I don't remember lots. I'm not really sure why. A lot of my past is a bit of a haze. Not in a bad way. I remember bits and pieces, but if nothing very interesting happens then it just sort of fades away. Into the mist so to speak. I've had a good life without any major issues. Just long periods of merely okay. But I am getting a bit sidetracked I was going to tell you about one of my first times.
It was sometime during the summer of '04 I am not sure exactly when. July maybe, because I think I was 19 at that point. Don't quote me on that though. It was a Friday night and I was hanging out with a few friends at the top of Fort Monterey. Monterey is a huge hill, so we were relaxing at the top of the hill by the track.
Well after a few hours of hanging out we eventually decided to start drinking. Nothing major or even particularly interesting other then the fact that it was my first time really drinking. Drinking as in more then a beer. So after I consumed a large amount of booze (one six pack of woodchuck cider) I was drunk. Not blacking out or stumbling around, but drunk enough to do ridiculous things.
So what crazy thing did I do my first time? What silly act did I perform? I ran three miles. Yep. That is it. I ran three miles on the quarter mile track at the top of the hill. After that I went over to my friends, plopped down and we proceeded to talk about random and silly subjects. You know, drunk ramblings.
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