Does a bear shit in the woods? A rhetorical question asked through time by a majority of people, mostly stupid rednecks trying to be funny. Drunken laughter filled the room of the barn as my friends and family tossed back a few beers. I laid on a bench trying to make wind of something then alcohol. Puke rushed to the back of my throat and I lurched forward spewing across the concrete floor we called the shop. In fact it was a shop, a bait shop and it held amazing social events that only my dad approved of. Maybe that’s why I turned out the way I did an angry abomination of man, just like my old man.

     My name is irrelevant, there is no need for one, because this is a dirty descrption of something that could happen to any one out there.  Even the writer, which some of these events hit home for him a little to close. Anyway back to the drunken night in play, basically the story.

    I got up thinking about my bad situation and how I was slobering drunk. My friend screamed at me, “Come on man, not cool! Clean that shit up. I’m talking to you, bro.” He grabbed me and turned me forcefully around, I looked dizzingly into his eyes and they widened open. “God-dammit, man your fucked up you need to lay down.” He took me outside to help me across the street to his house. As we entered hs backyard toward the club house the cool Kansas wind hit me and I vomited to my right side, if not I would have puked on Jacob, the pal helping me out. I studied the ground not remembering what I had eaten, and why it had just come out of me. It brought back a memory, a memory of a happy family.

    One memory, the one the vomit enduced into my head was of my brother, his buddy, and myself. Justin and Tyler were swimming around in the pool and I wanted to join but I was still freaked out by water at this point in my life. I was stuck by myself in the shallow end, which I still knew I could drown in, I mean I wasn’t an idiot, I was just afraid. So I sat in a corner, kids splashing near me freaked me out, Justin soon came to my rescue and we swam together. I stood on his back while he did pushups and him and Tyler through me around a bit. I was having fun and forgot about my fears for a little while, then it happened. My shoe fell off in the water, one of those water slippers, it fell off. I amediatley told Justin and he got it for me. He tryed putting it on but I fought him about it. My head was going under water and i felt like I was drowning, Tyler grabbed my arms and then I felt as if they were doing this on purpose. I struggled and kicked and then I had puked up the hot dogs I had for lunch, they had to close the pool. After that I was mad at Justin for awhile, I hated my brother for trying to drown me. At least thats what I thought.