In the dark, it's hard to navigate my parent's house. I keep tripping over junk. As a teenager, I was excellent at it. Now, not so much. I keep waking my parents up, with my habitual crashing.
Once upon a time, I used to sneak around my current household but then, one of my housemates who no longer lives there, woke up. He ran outside naked, wild, with an ax and swinging. When he saw it was me, he stopped and muttered how I should walk louder. Now, I walk louder.
Strangely, I miss that Jerk.
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