“MIKEY! DREW! PATRICK! What’s up guys?!” I call out as I simultaneously slap hands with each of my old high school buddies. We are all home for the holidays and this is the first time that we’ve seen each other in months.

“Shaun-man, how have ya been? How’s UCLA treatin’ ya?” Drew asks.

“Man its hard as hell, what with all the partying and girls and beer pong I’ve been doin’,” I respond. “But I’m not one to complain. Oh hey Drew, I heard you got yourself a nice little blonde you call a girlfriend.”

“That’s right Shaun-man, and I swear to God she’s the one. It’s never felt so right before.” Drew says.

“Hahaha, but isn’t that what you said about the last three chicks you brought home to momma Drew?” Mikey says in a mocking tone. “And now you’re gonna be away from her or a whole month! Oh no, what EVER will you do?” In response, Drew lowers his shoulder into Mikey and they begin to wrestle right there on Patrick’s parents living room floor.

“C’mon guys, you promised not to tear this place up if we were going to meet over here,” Patrick protests. “My parents are going to be gone until about nine o’clock, which gives us only a couple of hours to be here. You fucks are always wrestling, jeez. Sometimes I feel that you two like to wrestle with each other a little TOO much.”

I watch as Drew in mid-summersault catches a hold of Pat’s ankle and twists it in his firm grasp, causing Pat to spin around and hit the floor. I can’t help busting up with laughter as I watch Pat get into the semi-friendly wrestling match. I wait until the three of them finally separate, their faces red and dripping with sweat.

“Alright, I’m glad you boys got that out of your systems,” I laugh. “But it being the second day of our break, I think that we should get some games of B.P. goin’ immediately. The night is still young boys! Mikey, you still got that fakie so we can get a couple 30 racks?”

Grinning, Mikey pulls out his most-prized possession and hands it to me. I look at it and read the information on the ID aloud: “Name: Ricardo Souza Carrillo. Age: 32. Height: 5′ 6”. Shit, I still can’t believe that you’ve never been turned down by this ridiculous fake! You’re freakin’ 6′ 5” for God’s sake!”