My Nineteenth Birthday



Friends convinced me to rent a hotel for my nineteenth birthday. This was so we could get bombed. None of us had apartments at the time so our options were our parents’ basements, dead end roads, or rented spaces.

Clerk dude at hotel charged me $60 and asked if I was in town for the hockey game. Told him sure was. I had an afternoon to kill before my friends were to come over. Crashed out on hotel bed to some bad cartoons and decent pizza. Blew out imaginary candles on the pizza. The sheets smelled like sweat. Decent way to start off being nineteen.

I lost my phone a few days before and had a lot of anxiety over not having it. My first girlfriend and I had just split a few weeks prior and I thought maybe she’d call me.

You can read about her and that relationship…

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