Shout it Out Loud
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Mark Brewster, in his basement, me high on really good weed, him racing himself on a fifth of Captain Morgan’s, made some strange bet about which one of us would fuck Sheli Friedmann first.
In eighth grade I busted Sheli Friedmann’s nose with a snowball I knew was icy.
There’s a guy looking over my shoulder right now, maybe because he thinks I’m hot, maybe because this movie is so boring I’m thinking about the time I bet Mark Brewster…the time I allowed and condoned a bet Mark Brewster made about fucking Sheli Friedmann.
Sheli Friedmann’s dad got her a better nose than the one I broke, and she forgave me. A sweet, wonderful, genuine forgiveness, and three years later I turned around and bet that I could fuck her.
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