happy new years.

I was in the kitchen with my father or someone who looked like my father but we weren't related, I'm not really sure, and it was minutes to midnight on new years. It was some kind of PWP (Parents Without Partners, the group I basically grew up in, not Porn Without Plot) I was given three options, I could get high in the rec room with the kids (my mind quickly flashed to Dave and his kids, who I have not thought of in years), I could get drunk with the adults, or I could stay in the kitchen with the guy who had suddenly morphed into Dave's oldest kid, Steve.

I told Steve I didn't drink, and I didn't get high. I said I had a reason for not staying in the kitchen, either, but I'd forgotten it. He said he wouldn't take it personally. We both turned to watch the clock in silence.