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my friend, colin,
told me this story about
his brother, he got drunk
one night and called
his mom at 4 in
the morning and started
to say, "mom, me
and my roommate,
we're - we're moving
to NY" and then he got
distracted and said, "i'm
going to become a famous
snowboarder in Colo.!!"
he wasn't making
sense, all of the
stories kept chang
ing and his speech
kept slurring, so his
mom suggests they
part ways and talk
about things later
in the day, they
both hang up the
phone, but carlton
calls back 45 mins.
later and says
"mom, i'm so sorry
I called you last
night. I don't know
what I was thinking,"
his voice still slurred,
the rising sun
glaring in his eyes
like the Father
shaking a finger in
his face, so his
mom made carlton
go to rehab and now
I think about
this story while
I'm at work and I
laugh and
laugh and
laugh.
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