August 1986, My friends and I gathered for a night to hang out, smoke dope, and drink while playing board games, plus watch the Mets get their derrieres get kicked the shit out of.
Rosemary, Rob, Paul, Kevin, an I played a very competitive game of Monopoly that took close to 2, maybe more hours to complete; Who could tell, by this point we were all a bit tipsy, and at one point making up the rules as we went.
By the time 10:45 pm rolled around, Paul kicked all our butts, and the Mets lost by a margin of 2 lousy points. All feeling a bit beat, Rosemary suggested she’d break out her tarot cards, for an interesting look into our futures. She had only been reading and learning how to read them for over an eight-month period, but felt confident in her abilities to read our drunken, stoned asses.
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