The worst part of getting older isn't the grey hairs I dye or the hangovers that last two days. It's the silence in this house when the memories get loud. Twenty years ago tonight, I was in Sandy's guest bathroom, her husband's cock still wet from my mouth, hearing them argue downstairs. I ruined the only real friendship I ever had for an orgasm that didn't even last a minute. Some mistakes you don't just live with... they move in, sit on your couch, and remind you every fucking day what a thirsty, selfish cunt you can be. The adventure isn't always worth the wreckage.