Remember, him? You know where he is?
Yeah, I remember him. Met the day after Christmas, ’83. I know ’cause he was wearin’ a stupid red sweater his mom gave him. After an hour of us cuttin’ him up for it, he ripped it off and tossed it out the car window. We all loved that. His mom didn’t, I bet.
We traveled together for the next twenty or so. I got caught and so went inside. Last I heard, he was short orderin’ up north someplace. Probably always thinkin’ I’d catch up to him. I’m sure he doesn’t want that…
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