There are my pants! Part I

This is the beginning of a short story mini series for "Where are my pants Wednesdays?" over at Exploding Buffalo. Just a little something I'm working on. I need to get back to writing more frequently, which should be easy now that I don't have my Digital SLR anymore. I sure hope reading is still cool.

"*Disclaimer: This was supposed to be posted last night but I got too high after work and passed out.

THERE ARE MY PANTS: Part I

“Yo Teddy?! Have you seen my pants?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Charles?”

The last thing I remember is chasing a beer bong full of Sangria with a double shot of Tequila while attempting to seduce Tony’s girlfriend. Now I’m in the middle of Pershing Square wearing my Jim Morrison t-shirt, Chuck Taylors, and my “tighty whities.” It’s like a bad dream but real. I had to call Teddy and ask him what happened last night because he should know. The party was at his house.

“How the fuck did I get Downtown?” I angrily inquire."

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Head over to Exploding Buffalo for the rest. Cheers!