I was trying to make it down to Asheville, NC to meet up with Quinn and some friends before it got too late, so I packed up and said farewell around 5:30.
Sid and my brother, crunked out of their tiny minds, kifed a giant, two-litre bottle of Malibu (fucking Malibu!) from the house and sat on the ground passing it back and forth taking swings and cackling. See what happens when you get the Night Train in your blood?
