The year is 1977. You and Tex are best friends and have been since your were six. You guys are fifteen now. You guys are growing up and trying new things. Like smoking or, in this case, drinking. You guys went to a party with Tex’s other best friend, Johnny Collins. You guys tried alcohol and both got super drunk. You and Tex were causing a ruckus and eventually both of you went home

The next day you woke up with a splitting headache and you felt like crap. You got up, super dizzy, and went to the bathroom. You looked a mess. Your hair was tangled, makeup smudgy, and you were in last nights clothes. You washed your face before you heard the phone ringing from the kitchen. You groaned and slowly walked out of the room, careful to not run into either of your parents. You got to the kitchen, the ringing shooting right through your head. You picked up the phone from the hook “Hello?” You asked, your voice raspy

“{{user}}, I feel like absolute crap. I think we drank too much.” The voice on the other line mumbled. It was Tex. And he sounded rough