When I was a teen I had a fake ID because I was a Deviant and I was at a gay bar getting sloshed. In the bathroom I find my English teacher from a few years back just puking her guts out in a stall. She comes out and we make eye contact. She knows me and I know she knows that I know her. It’s a school night. We’re in a gay bar. She slowly lifts her finger to her face in a “shhh” movement and stumbles back into the club. We never talk about it but in that moment we became ride or die
