Bowing Out Gracefully

The loud music reminded me of my not-so-distant past chugging vodka tonics and dancing on poles. (I was never a professional stripper, but when I was drunk I used to like to pretend.) The music was probably the most difficult part of the campout. It's amazing how just the opening notes of a song can bring back a rush of memories, and consequently, cravings.


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