Jul 4, 2019
Another pride party, another pretty good night. Jude woke up in a haze and scratched the dried purple/pink paint off his cheek. He pulled the comforter off in the trashed bedroom he found himself in. As he tried to make his way though the maze of crushed up beer cans, shredded clothes. He tripped over someone’s leg as he made his way to the bathroom. When he finally felt like a person again, Jude made his way to the living room. “Oh. Uh. Hey.” He held up a pair of jeans tentatively. “Are these your pants?”
