Home People

Last night I went to a West Chester bar for the first time ever. It is like Newark only much more ghetto and intimidating. Jefe was there playing, and I saw two girls who go to UD. So I didn’t really feel like I had left school.

A bunch of kids I graduated with were there. I hadn’t seen them since graduation.

I drank until it was hilarious to be there. It was hilarious.

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