This place is a death trap.
I went to a party in Riverside Saturday night. I should have known better than to think it would be "safe". You see, I dated a dude from Riverside. He was shipped off to military-land over three years ago, and hasn't been back since, so I didn't expect to see him at this innocent little Christmas gathering.
So much for that.
Shocking as it was at first, we got to talking, and singing, and laughing, and the whole while I wasn't raging shit-faced drunk. That was a big accomplishment for me! Talking and singing and laughing led me to thinking, and reflecting, and remembering and that's where the real trouble lies...
And the book says, "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us".
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