We broke into a vacant apartment in the projects and turned it into a clubhouse. The apartment was furnished with a mattress and milk crates.
We drank Private Stock and Old English malt liquor. There were so many blunts being passed around, I didn’t smoke the same blunt twice. My judgment impaired, Fizz and I went into the bathroom. We had sex.
When we went outside, the courtyard was spinning.
I bent over a park bench and vomited.
"Help me home," I asked a friend.
He held Dee-Dee and me by our arms and helped us to my grandmother’s apartment building.
I sat on the building’s steps.
Dee-Dee passed out.
Afraid my grandmother would know we were drunk if we went into the house together, I asked my friend to leave Dee-Dee in the building’s hallway.
"I am not going to leave her here," he said.
He carried Dee-Dee up three flights of steps.
I knocked on the apartment door.
"Hello," my grandmother said.
"It’s me Nana."
She opened the door.
"Are ya’ll drunk?"
Dee-Dee and I ended up on a bed.
Then Dee-Dee vomited.
Too drunk to move, we slept in the vomit.
That was the last time I got drunk.