Running Man Eric

Throughout the night Eric was taking shots left and right during the Superbowl. At the end we continued the festivities of drinking. During this, Eric went to use the bathroom. He got out, then David went in. Seconds later, David came out.

“What the hell? Did Eric pee on the floor?”

“Nah, man!”

I accompanied David in the bathroom where we C.S.I’d that shit. We took toilet paper and carefully applied it on the little puddle and discovered that it was a little yellow. We showed our findings to Mark who went out in the living room to share the verdict.

“Eric! What were you thinking? That’s a shot!”

“Nah, man. You got the wrong guy,” Eric retorted while he walked closer to the font door with his beer in his hand.

“Dude! It was you! Take a shot!”

“It wasn’t me!” Eric yelled while he got even closer to the door.

A few of us walked closer to Eric while he inched away. Suddenly, Eric threw his beer at us, pulled the front door open, and ran. It was 15 minutes later that we realized he had no intention of coming back; he abandoned his car.

Eric — wherever you are — keep running, my crazy friend; there’s still a shot waiting for you.