Sixty-Six: ReedIt was the worst f*****g week. No, it wasn't. That had to have been last month. This was the second worst f*****g week. I had nothing to do, and I could only be at the gym for so long before my arms would fall off. We normally did Thanksgiving with Rowyn and Rose's families. And we ate until we wanted to throw up and watched a Charlie Brown Christmas at Rose's insistence even though we didn't celebrate Christmas. She claimed she liked Charlie Brown's refusal to give up on the tree, and that he was really a pagan and didn't know it. It was a great holiday. The three of us usually talked our way into sleeping over, and Rowyn's mom would make us cinnamon rolls the next morning.
I wasn't particularly proud of it, but I took a bottle of vodka from my parents' stash, poured it in
