The house was a grave yard of forgotten weekend projects. The winding stone staircase that lead to the deck was an obstacle course of displaced bricks. A lattice archway lay toppled over on a gravel terrace that was over-flowing its retaining wall.
I wasn’t sure what had happened here and I didn’t dare ask. I finished pissing and went to go play drinking games with a girl that didn’t follow the rules and a bunch of faces I hadn’t seen in 4 years.
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