She was exceptionally smart. She also happened to be a sorority chick. She began to get tired of the “hot sorority chick” trope when boys look at ...er and think..."You're a freak, ain't you?"She hated that tired, perverted trope about sorority girls. Even though it had its perks. She wasn't like those other bitches. She arrived at the game. The home team was losing 14-0. The starting quarterback went down a play later with an injury. As the talented quarterback limped off with a sprained ankle.. I thought about mentioningyou the whole time I was at work. Yours was the only name that came tomind. Finally, on Tuesday afternoon I asked her about using you. Sheasked if I knew something. I tried to side step it, saying you would doanything to help us, but she persisted. Finally, I told that I thoughtI caught you in panties once. But that was it. She didn't say anything,she just got up and left the living room. I thought I had really screwedboth your and my friendship with her."I just. It certainly put his mind at ease, knowing they were completely sanitized.Was the stuff in the bags really weed, he wondered? What had possessed someone to chuck out four grams of weed? The dildos were probably a clue (or maybe the other way around, he thought), but regardless, he had enough to roll twelve joints. What would he do with twelve joints of weed with no one to smoke it with?Why couldn't he be popular? David was pretty much his only close friend. He got along better with girls than. I grew up in Georgia and I always dreamed of being David Justice or Tom Glavine.”“Omar Vizquel and Jim Thome,” I admitted.“Man, they were so boss,” Lucas said. “I didn’t get to watch many Indians games in Georgia but I remember the World Series.”“Oh, sure, bring that up,” I replied.We stood talking about childhood memories for the next few minutes. I think Lucas let everybody know that it was OK to visit with me. Before long, people I had never met (or even heard of) were stopping by to talk to.