It’s crude, but Wes remembers his first time with a woman in stark, vivid detail. He was fifteen and her name was Beth Marco. It was a fourth of July celebration and his mother and little brother were up front to watch the fireworks while he and Beth snuck back to their truck. They’d both asked each other if they were ready, if it’s what they wanted to do and both had resoundingly said yes.
It was a little awkward and both had burst into fits of giggles at one point, but it was satisfying and Wes thought he’d remember everything about Beth for the rest of his life. It was mostly true. They’d dated all that summer until Beth’s father was relocated across the country. They’d said their goodbyes by reliving that night in Beth’s father’s truck this time.
Wes still wonders what she’s up to these days.
↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened
Things are weird in Las Vegas. The same could be said about Los Angeles, but it’s a different sort of weird out there. Wes was shit faced drunk one night when he was 19. He’d gotten drunk at a friend’s house and wound up wandering the strip. He’s not exactly clear on the details of that night, but he eventually started walking with someone dressed like Dr. Frank N. Furter from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
They may or may not have reenacted the entire movie on the sidewalk of Las Vegas. For a small crowd. With cameras.