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One Memory- for Matt

Hey, do you remember when Matt and I were living together in Wilmington, we were 19 and 18 years old respectively. I was living on Matt's couch for the first time. We had been out the night before, to the cast party of 'Pippin,' which was hysterical in and of itself. But anyway, I was on the couch, surrounded by my own dirty laundry, feeling bad, when you showed up at the door unannounced, having driven all the way from Raleigh. There we were, me in my boxers and you with your open beer can straight from the driver's seat, And this is when we are still embarrassed around other people's parents. You must have been a little embarrassed, with the drinking and driving. Matt was asleep in the other room and all you wanted to know was, "Where's Matt's car?" And I swear to God, I couldn't remember. We left it at the party. It all came back to me. Matt had been too drunk to drive, so we caught a ride. "Well, at least you boys didn't try to drive," you said, looking for a place to throw your empty, probably wondering why I hadn't put any pants on.



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11/10/2003
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