Howl

You threw the first party of my first semester. Away at school and sober, I stayed up all night on yoo-hoo and powdered donuts. You were all of age and nicknamed. I remember hearing "Zombie Nation" play for well over an hour while dudes waited to drink upside down from a keg of natty ice. Everyone called you "buttsex", but I laid awake in your bed while you and my friend had regular sex in your attic. At some point in the evening I was kissed by three girls at the same time. That may have been the first time I ever tasted whiskey.

I remember a marine grilling portabello mushrooms with mozzarella. He called himself Lieutenant Dan. A crowd of kids chanted his name. Everyone chanted "buttsex". People scribbled shit all over the walls like: sublime rules, blow me, Sarah, best friends forever...twice, ska sucks, and METALLICA!!!.
The next morning, I cleaned up all of the empties. I threw away every plastic cup. I was going to mop the floor, but I couldn't find a mop. While everyone slept, I wrote the alphabet in block letters on your living room wall. Then I walked back to my dorm room and passed out.