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A circle of glasses sitting on the floor. Nobody takes a pass, they're ready for one more. So I pour a round for all the boys and turn the music down. "I'd like to propose a toast," I say, "to the here and now. To wild nights, drunken fights, and using pots and pans for drums. To favorite parts and playing guitar 'til our fingertips go numb. Here's to never growing up!"
As we kick 'em back, I'm thinking that there's nothing in the world like drinking with my brothers, bound by blood or not. So we shuffle up and deal 'em out. We bluff and bet and laugh about our lousy hands as we take another shot.