When I lived in Madison, Wisconsin in 2020, Frank and I took two tabs of acid each at this random bar where our friend Winona worked. Then, we enjoyed the trip sitting at a table over three or four beers each over a next couple hours. The experience did not disappoint.
We sat at a table in the middle of the room and laughed. Oh, did we laugh. I was happy to be alive and laughing with someone I cared about who didn’t want to have sex with me. Byer was gay, yet we shared so much.
Things We Forget 
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