By the time my son reached eighteen, I told myself I was not going to clean up after him anymore. After all, he was a senior in high school; he played soccer, and got straight ‘A’s — so, he sure as heck ought to be able to clean his own room.But one Saturday morning, a

I vaguely recall waking to be given more pills and another smoothie, though I couldn’t even tell you what the flavor was or even which girl fed it to me. Let that be a nugget of truth to all you women out there: even getting a blow job takes some effort. Though, admittedly, not much.

Sitting down, I take the remote and turn on the TV guide seeing what’s on. Finding nothing good I turn the TV off, put the remote on the floor and stretch out on the couch, still a little tired, despite sleeping earlier. Eve walks in and laughs when she sees me. I open my eyes.”What?”

Joey helped the still dazed Billy out to the parking lot to his ride. He buckled him in then got in himself. As he started down the road, he fired up his Bluetooth and noticed Billy had fallen asleep. It was only a twenty-minute ride directly to Billy’s and they were there in short order.