Time frame: Ellis was 15, Keith was 16
POV: Keith
Main Event: Underage drinking and porcupines
How about I tell you about the first time I got Ellis drunk? It was a Saturday night and we were both young, having a good time after winning a football game, not a school football game but a neighborhood game. Back at my house, my dad forgot how much whiskey he owned so I got ahold of a pint of it and Ellis and I decided to "celebrate". Well, I forgot that it was not a good idea to highly intoxicate a first timer with hard liquor. Ellis was so drunk, like hilariously drunk but man was he havin a good time. Besides me, Ellis is the funnest drunk around, also the most danger prone.
On Sunday mornin, his mom came to pick him up for church and he was so hung-over. He threw up several times throughout the night and passed out when I put him in the shower. Charlotte (his mom) was so pissed at me, yelled at me the whole time I helped her walk him home. Yelled at him, too even though he was beggin her to keep it down cause his head hurt. He was like, "Ma, don't be mad at Keith" but she was mad and she kept on yellin.
I tried to calm her down and I was like, "you need a hug" but she shoved me away when I tried to hug her. I lost my footin and rolled down this steep hill by the road. This was in spring time, so love was in the air...especially for the two porcupines that I happened to land on when I fell. They freaked out, spiked the shit outta me and ran off.
Since El's mom was too embarrassed to take either of us to church with her, we spent the day at home with me tryin to take care of him with a hangover and him tryin to help me pull all those quills outta my leg. It was Hell, but honestly there's no one I'da rather spent that awful day with.