The bowling alley was a trendy little bar/grille/bowling club that had a dress code. I shot a 113 and a 110 which was about the middle of the pack for our East Coast team. It was quite the little rivalry but the East coast edged out the West coast with a 118 average compared to 113 for the west. The booze were flowing, the balls were rolling, and Jereme was sliding down the lane.
theonewiththreethousandtwohundredandeightynine"and"'s
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there's a girl in here somewhere
it'll take a bit to get to that
and it's filled with things i can't forget even though i've already begun
to and that'...
16 years ago


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