College Wild Party
Wild Sex Party
I was, at that time in my life, “hanging out” at a neighborhood
bar; it was, in many ways, a lot like “Cheers.” Everyone knew your
name, and the “regulars” (of whom I was one) were a bit like
family. Nearly every male customer had slept with at least one of
the barmaids at one time or another, and each of the barmaids had
slept with a number of the guys. It was a casual, friendly sort of
place, without jealousies and — among the regulars, at least — no
tensions; we all knew each others’ faults too well to get upset
with each other. We had a softball team, played endless games of
Pac-man and pinball, celebrated each others’ birthdays, lent the
needier among us money from time to time, smoked incredible amounts
of grass, and — of course — drank ourselves into oblivion
occasionally. We were a mixed bunch: a few minor executives, a
couple of construction workers, a few nondescript ‘white-collar
workers,’ a few cops, a bookmaker or two, a medical editor, a
couple of cab drivers, and a couple of people who ‘lived by their
wits.’
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