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CHAPTER ONE

WASTED IS AS WASTED DOES

I’m super wasted Like, messed up to the point that Lance, my teammate, has two sets of eyes

“I’, but in reality I think it coroan I take an unstable step toward the line of waiting cabs outside the bar

Lance puts a hand on rin sloppy He’s almost as drunk as me “Your car’s at my place, Butterson Come back with us”

“I can get it in the ether, but he seems to understand

“Just get in the limo, man” Lance looks to Randy, another teammate and one of my closest childhood friends, for backup

“The trainer’ll be at Lance’s at ten-thirty, reht into the pool”

“Then I don’t have to call you fifty tiet your ass up,” Lance adds

“Come back with us, Buck!”

One of Lance’s puck bunnies uses the nickname I’ve answered to since I was a kid My real name is Miller I wasn’t na than Miller Butterson—too many “ers” in it

The three girls Lance has convinced to co with each other’sbad choices

Lance smiles—all horny bastard—and pats onna be away for a couple weeks Last chance to party it up”

Ieven I can’t understand and lean on the liht The shooters were a bad idea There were too ht have paid for them