Driving Home for Christmas

The epilogue to the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong


Jake looked over at me and we grinned at each other.

I was desperately pleased to see him and I could see that he was pretty chuffed to see me, even though he hadn't found the time to phone home in over a fortnight.

Traffic was fairly quiet and I managed to pull out of his university residence onto the main road.

I looked over at him again on

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Drinking So No Driving

I couldn't believe those assholes. Who did they think they were? I know when I've had too much to drink. I have a slight buzz but I know I could drive home safely. They took my keys and tried to stuff me into the car but I wasn't having it. If I couldn't drive my own car home, I'll just walk.

So that's what I did. It was a bit chilly but manageable. After a few blocks, I cooled down a bit. In my fury, I didn't realize I lived quite a bit away. It would probably take me a couple ho

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