Old Enough to Know Better
I almost never wear my glasses, although fortunately on Saturday night I had them on. They flew off my face, and when
I was ushered into the house and I tried to flush any debris out with water. Then I sat on the lawn, far away from the pyrotechnics, as I anesthetized myself with another pint.
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It's okay now--it just looks like I got punched.