I was pushed down the stairs as I tip-toed out of Blue Jay's apartment in the wee hours of the morning. From what I remember, things had been going well for me up until that point. Bermy had helped her play catch-up with me so after 10 minutes in some dude's van she and I spent about two hours sitting on the curb and discussing how much we used to love processed food. Apparently I wasn't the only kid who enjoyed those hot dogs with the cheese inside, unheated and dipped in ketchup chased with a Hi-C.
It really hurt when I finally stopped rolling, lucky I blacked out.