One crazy night in Waldorf

The small town where I grew up was pretty nice.

It had parks, a library, and a few stores. By the time I was a teenager, I was sick and tired of the place, because there was never anything fun to do. Earl was the first of us to get his driver’s permit, and after that we would make little trips up to Waldorf, just to see what was happening. The more often we went, the more things we found to do. Pretty soon we were going to Waldorf every weekend, and getting invited to some pretty amazing parties. I remember the night of my 17th birthday, we were at a small condo just outside of Waldorf. I was very drunk, had a joint of reefer in my hand, and was getting a lap dance from a stripper when the Waldorf police crashed the party. I guess they were DC police, because technically Waldorf is a suburb of DC and since its unincorporated we don’t have out own police force. That was a crazy night, one I will never forget. These days I live in Waldorf permanently, because it’s still the most fun place I know. I am a lot less crazy now, because I work day shift for a local HVAC contractor, and I am too tired to get wild very often. Since Waldorf keeps expanding so rapidly, there is a heavy demand for new construction, and for HVAC system installation. I make much better money in Waldorf as a sub-contractor than most HVAC contractors make in other towns