The small village where I grew up was pretty nice.
It had parks, a library, and a few stores, then by the time I was a teenager, I was sick and exhausted of the arena, because there was never anything fun to do… Earl was the first of us to get her driver’s permit, and then my nice friend and I would make little trips up to Waldorf, just to see what was happening; The more often my nice friend and I went, the more things my nice friend and I found to do… Pretty soon my nice friend and I were going to Waldorf every weekend, and getting invited to some pretty amazing parties.
I remember the night of my 17th birthday, my nice friend and I were at a small home just outside of Waldorf. I was legitimately 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 my nice friend and I don’t have out own police force. That was a silly night, one I will never forget. These afternoons I live in Waldorf permanently, because it’s still the most fun arena I know. I am a lot less silly now, because I work afternoon shift for a local Heating and Air Conditioning dealer, and I am too exhausted to get wild legitimately often, however since Waldorf keeps expanding so suddenly, there is a heavy demand for new construction, and for Heating and Air Conditioning system replacement. I make much better cash in Waldorf as a sub-contractor than most Heating and Air Conditioning dealers make in other towns