this morning #1456.

this morning, most of the folks who lived in the house were already out chillin’ on the back lawn. bright & early. a bunch of us had been up the entire night tending to the pig, so it’s safe to say that we were already a ton of drinks in. i lost count of how many beers i’d had around the time when ben showed up. now that the sun’s come up, where’s ben? inside the house passed out on my bedroom couch. that’s where. he came through like a rocket. did a keg stand. shotgunned a beer with rachel. talked up the late-night ladies. instant party. short shelf life. he burned bright but for a very brief time. eventually, he’ll wake up & get a second wind. party his ass off all over again. live life like only ben can.