<strong>NAME:</strong>Tommy Mulvaney<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>White Tee, one size to small of course, gotta pop those pecs, Levis, Timberlands<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Somewhere around 9 pm<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Tommy's bedroom, later outside Caulton Residence<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Regrets/Hard Truth<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/>(https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw[/url)<hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>Pulling the t-shirt over his chisled torso Tommy caught his mothers reflection in the mirror. "One of your little girlfriends babysitting for you tonight?" Her voice cracked. Tommy bristled inside.<em>"She shouldn't need a babysitter, but then  again your her mom and you can't even get your fat ass down the stairs,"</em>he thought to himself.<br/>Tucking the white T into his Levis he turned toward her. "There not my girlfriends, there girls who care enough about Siobhan to come by and help out, and for your information Dad's watching her tonight not that you care anymore who takes care of Sibby." Grabbing his yearbook Tommy slid past his Mother, as he did she screamed in her tired voice, " I care Thomas, don't you dare say that, I care." As he headed for his sister's room he turned once more to her, "We all miss Sean Mom".  After hugging his sister goodnight he bounded down the stairs.<br/><br/>Checking his phone he was grateful Marco had t-bombed him about Caulton's party.<em>"Marco that was one crazy motherfucker"</em>he thought. Always has my back."  Raiding his father's sway cabinet he threw 2, 6 liter bottles of POPOV into the trunk of his Subie. Douchebaggin the shift he mashed out and sped towards Hank's.<br/><br/><br/>Tommy pulled into the Caulton's endless driveway appreciating the manicured lawns and admiring the multi colored floodlights reflecting off the humungous pool out back. He liked Hank,<em>"Funny Dude</em>", he thought. He could hear the beating of Li'l Wayne bouncing of the walls which surrounded the Caulton's backyard. He laughed to himself when he spotted Roxanne's wrangler parked tight against Hank's garage so no one would steal it. He pulled up next to Marco's 'stang.<br/><br/>He leaned his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes took a deep breath.<em>"Less then eight months ago you were on your way to Clemson asshole, full boat, passing on Auburn and TCU. Thanks to Oli you got the grades up. Then Bobby McGill misses the block on Glenn's Hill's outside linebacker and bye bye Tommy Mulvaney. After Clemson got wind of your knee they creaned your ass."</em>he cursed to himself. Opening his eyes he gripped the steering wheel tightly.<em>"Now you have the honor of choosing between UTI, or Lincoln Tech for your diesel mechanic certification."</em>He popped the glove compartment and reached for the flask of JD and drained it.<br/><br/>Looking up and wiping the remains of the SoCo from his chin with his forearm, Tommy thought he recognized that skeez  Gretchen Bullworth talking to Aaron Gilbert as he leaned against the side of Hank's house.  Squinting Tommy deepened his focus<em>"Is that Kelligree she's with? "</em>Tommy thought. " Now thats one asshole I am gonna throw down with before this class of 2017 disconnects in the fall." Tommy chuckled.  Gretchen Bullworth was a cheerleader and seeing her Tommy was reminded of Gwynn Cameron. He reached behind the backseat and fumbled for one of the vodka bottles. Twisting the cap he took a long, lengthy draw of the alcohol, it burned as he swallowed, he took a breath and swallowed some more emptying a quarter of the bottle. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel. " Gwynn Cameron .. Boy I sure fucked that up." he sighed.