Rate this story Man this sucks. I came over to Fred’s house to spend the night and he passes out. At nine o’clock on a Friday night. Talk about lame. I flipped through the channels on his TV, which was the only thing keeping me sane. He had all the pay channels so it wasn’t like there wasn’t anything to watch, but I’d wanted to use his computer and go look up some naked chicks. Instead, he’d passed out and I’d wound up in the front room. I sometimes wondered why I even hung out with him. At twelve, he...
