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Benny and I were best buds. We knew each other since we were in the 3rd grade. I moved in right across the street from him and we were inseparable ever since. We’d play games and try to hit on chicks but we always got shut down. We never let that get to us though, we kept our head held high and would proceed to the next girl who would pass on by. Me and Benny liked all of the same things and we thought we would make the best roommates so we moved in together and started our lives as hooligans. We got our jobs, which meant money to blow. We were the town’s fools. Everyone knew us… especially the bars. We went out to a bar the night before this picture was taken. Benny and I get a little crazy and went over board with the drinks. We were laughing and being louder than anyone else in the whole joint. We started spilling drinks all over us and just became a mess. I could sense everyone getting a bit mad but we didn’t care. We were having a fun time and I looked over to Benny who was just gone. He had the same smirk on his face every time he was drunk but he was genuinely happy. Going to bars you bond and make friends, our friend Alfredo decided to drive us home since we obviously were too drunk to get behind a wheel. That’s all I remembered happening that night. The next morning I find Benny wiping his face butt ass naked, he had no idea what went on either… or how he got naked in the first place. I took this picture to remind him of all the shenanigans we got ourselves into.

Story by Peyton Incollingo

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