The air conditioning at John's house was the coldest I'd ever felt.     Jon and his family were big people,  and I don't mean that they were overweight.   John was 6'6 at only 16 years old.    He wasn't lanky either.  The guy was a truck.  It's no wonder that they got hot easily.

We were sprawled out on the rough gray carpet in John's large bedroom.  His father had brought it home from his construction company and installed it just last month.   Pretty scratchy stuff if you asked me.  John was busy beating me in a pinball game called _Devil's Pass_ for the TurboGraphx 16 video game system.   It wasn't a very popular system. In fact,  it basically got destroyed by the Sega Genesis.  John and I each had one, though.  It was a great system,  for a while.

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_"Alright man I've got to be heading out."_

It was Friday afternoon and I had agreed to take Chelsea down to Bradley's once again.

_"Damn dude,  I'm going to be bored all weekend with you gone. My girlfriend is out of town and I've got nothing planned at all."_  John expressed annoyance.

_"Then hop in the car and come with me man."_  I raised an eyebrow.

_"I don't have any bags packed or anything....."_

_"Bro,  I've got what I've got on and nothing else. I _will_ have the $30 that Bradley gives me for taking Chelsea down there but aside from that I've got two bucks to my name,  and no luggage.  Not even a toothbrush."_

_"I don't know man."_

_"Brother, come on.   Let's go have some fun."_

He did...... and we did.

John jumped in the back seat of my old Civic Hatchback so that Chelsea could grab the front. This time I didn't have any trouble remembering where she lived.

She was waiting by the old style black lantern outside her house. I liked it because it looked like something from a 1930s mystery novel.

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The ride to Kennedale was pretty boring.   The road out there was mostly just empty highway.    We smoked cigarette after cigarette and listened to loud music while Chelsea continuously changed the station. It was annoying but I was used to it by now.

When we pulled up to Bradley's house I expected to see a ton of people like last time.   It was deserted.   In fact, there didn't seem to be any cars in any driveways at all.   Opening the driver side door,  I stepped out and stretched my legs.  Bradley appeared from nowhere and gave me the $30 like clockwork.

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_"Brother."_ he said,  giving me a soft pat on the back. _"Glad you could make it. Sorry I don't have any parties or anything going on this weekend. As a matter of fact,  there's like a neighborhood thing that everybody's going to. I would like to take Chelsea there. You know,  just the two of us.   You can have the run of the house though.  We'll be gone for the whole weekend. I also got you a bottle of Goldschlager and a bottle of rum. There's pizzas in the fridge and all kinds of snacks and stuff."_

"Wow."_ I thought to myself.  _"If I hadn't brought John I would have been bored as hell out here in the boonies. "_

Bradley didn't waste any time. He and Chelsea hopped in a little black pickup truck that was hidden by the side of the house and took off for some unknown destination..  I wouldn't see him for the rest of the weekend.  

The front door made a sort of creaking noise when we opened it.   I was worried at first that it might have been locked. That would have left us in quite a situation. Fortunately,  it opened right up without any issue.  John and I strolled inside to find the house comfortably cooled. John immediately turned the air conditioning down even lower though.   Like I said,  he was a big guy.  He and his family liked it cool.

Bradley did not have a TurboGraphx 16 but he did have a plethora of other gaming systems. John and I decided we would stick with the Super Nintendo.   I'd been wanting to buy one but I didn't have a job at the moment.  

_"Holy crap.  This guy has like 80 games!"_  John was impressed,  and so was I.  Bradley never ran out of cool things to play with.

We probably played Super Mario Brothers for 2 hours before we got bored and went into the main room. There were several large leather couches,  a few soft recliners,  and a giant projection TV.  I checked the freezer to see what we had to eat and was pleased to find several large frozen pizzas. They were the cool Gourmet kind which were full of all kinds of meat toppings.   I threw one in the oven and grabbed a couple of Cokes from the refrigerator. There were probably about 50 in there.

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True to his word,  Bradley had left on the glass coffee table a bottle of Goldschlager and a bottle of white rum.  Next to the liquor was another 12 pack of Coca-Cola..   There are also two shot glasses that had various different pictures of far off countries that would made ideal vacation spots.

_"Screw it."_ I exclaimed.

I poured myself a shot of Goldschlager and a shot of rum and did one right after the other. I then poured another shot of Goldschlager and another shot of rum and slid the glasses over to John. He  give me an uncomfortable look then shrugged and put them both down like a true soldier.  He then grimaced like a cartoon bulldog.  The look on his face was pretty hilarious.   Knowing he needed a chaser,  I quickly threw him a Coca-Cola. Popping it open,  he drank the entire can in one swig.

We watched a variety of horror movies that night,  ate four pizzas and two boxes of Twinkies,  and drank more Cokes than I would ever drink again.  We took shot after shot the entire time.  It was a contest and I wasn't feeling like a loser.   It didn't take long for the 12 cans that were on the coffee table to disappear. In fact,  there were only a couple cans left in the refrigerator by the time we were through. The bottle of Goldschlager was completely gone and the rum had only a few shots left.

Everything was hilarious.

I'd been drunk a few times before but I've never been _this_ drunk.   I'm quite certain that both John and I were very close to going to the hospital from alcohol poisoning. We really didn't know any better being only 16 years old.

Eventually we got into an argument over what kind of hot dogs were the best. I thought Nathan's hot dogs were,  but he preferred Hebrew National.  We laughed over how dumb it was for a while.  It was pretty funny.  We were drunk though,  and full of testosterone.  At some point we actually got mad. I think I was the one to throw the first punch. It was a good hit that struck right in the nose. Blood came pouring from John's face and covered the brown carpet near the TV.  Before I had a second chance to think things over,  I was on the ground in a choke hold.  We wrestled around and punched each other over and over again for what felt like hours but was probably was only about 10 minutes.

Alcohol will do that to you. It really sneaks up on you and brings out the aggressive side.

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We woke up to a bright world of sunshine.  Bradley's mom's giant bed was super comfortable. We must have wondered in here after the brawl.  There were giant white fluffy pillows everywhere and the comforter must have been made out of down. It was like sleeping on a giant cloud.   There was nobody home at this point,  just me and John. I scrambled out of bed to hit the toilet because I was about to puke everywhere. Fortunately,  I made it in time. Unfortunately,  John had the same thought and he and I hit our heads together while we tried to throw up in the same small pool of water.

_"Crap."_ we said in unison.

The doorbell rang.  It sounded like a thousand hammers.  I wondered over disheveled and disjointed,  each step feeling like a thousand miles.   It was the redhead girl that I had taken home from the party. I was delighted and horrified to see her. I knew that I looked like crap and smelled like vomit.  John and I were no condition to be having guests.  I wanted to go home.  

Almost as though he heard my thoughts,   John quickly said _"Let's get out of here."_ and jumped in my car.   I was as hungover as could be........still drunk actually,  but I wanted to be in my own bed too.  I said _"screw Chelsea,  let's go"_

The drive home was horrible.   We rolled both windows down and vomited all the way down the highway. We must have been leaving a brown and yellow rrail for at least 10 to 20 miles.  I'm glad we didn't get pulled over because we were definitely polluting that highway.

I felt bad because I knew Bradley would wonder where we were. I didn't even know how Chelsea was going to get home.  At that moment I didn't really care. I wanted to be in my own soft bed which,  oddly enough,  wasn't nearly as comfortable as Bradley's mom's bed.   We could have just stayed there,  sobered up,  and started feeling better in a few hours.   There was tons of great food,  soda,  video games,  and everything else we would have wanted.  The redhead girl was even there.  I left her standing on Bradley's front porch.  

Nevertheless,  we decided to try our luck on the highway and hobbled our drunk asses home..

 Bradley was not happy with me on Monday.  He got over it pretty quickly.

My second trip to Kennedale was not quite as interesting as my first but I did learn a valuable lesson.

Don't drink more than you can handle because alcohol will sneak up on you when you are not looking.

_Part 1 is here: https://steemit.com/life/@jeezzle/the-kennedale-adventures-1-the-beginning_

_Part 2 is here: https://steemit.com/life/@jeezzle/the-kennedale-adventures-2-the-first-journey_

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