Filed under: Chapter 17 | Tags: Azerbaijan, basement party, beer pong, Diet Sunkist, dirty nicknames, eHarmony, futon, Genesis 32, Grapico, Hulk Hogan, Jay-Z, Jim Varney, Josh Bates, Kevin Wilder, making out, McPheerson Manor, Neoclassicism, Some New Trend, Spanish moss, T.I. feat. Rihanna, wrestling
AS I REFLECT ON THE BIZARRE chain of events that have led me to this place, I realize the limitations of my still-young memory. I can’t even remember the pre-upgraded, before-summer version of Josh Bates. At what point my social status reached the juncture where I could park my Eagle Medallion in front of Bryanna Summerson’s, then ride in her convertible to a girl like Rose McPheerson’s is beyond me.
Bry steps out of her car and straightens her dress. She licks her hand and presses it to my forehead, fixing my bangs. “Very nice.” When she turns around I mess it back up.