We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.