You say things like pretty girls are bad kissers because they don’t need to try. That Stacey is a stuck up bitch who ignores you in public, but comes knocking at your bedroom window some nights. You tell us how you let her in. About what happens after.
When we sit around the campfire, you pass out the smokes. You swig Crown Royal that we stole from your mother’s liquor cabinet by unscrewing the back panel and do your best not to make a face. You fail, but we pretend you didn’t.
We need you more than you need us.