I remember once back in middle school I was at a backyard tent sleepover with some friends.
We were playing truth or dare and I was dared to go over to a neighbors house and get a pound of sugar and bring it back, it was 2 in the morning.
I really didnt want to do it but, alas, I was dared.
I went to the house, knocked on the door.
Rang the doorbell. Knocked once more and than as I reached for the doorbell one more time the door swung open.
It was a very pissed off middle aged woman who was clearly woken up from my arrival on her doorstep.
She asked, “what do you want, its 2 in the morning” and I replied “Well, I REALLY need your help.
My friend is going through withdrawls right now and he is in desperate need of cocaine.
I came over here in the desperate hopes that you might have a pound of powdered sugar so that he will stop freaking out and maybe snort some and pass out”.
The lady got a very scared look on her face and asked what house I was coming from.
I pointed across the street, she ran into her kitchen and immediatly appeared with a pound of powdered sugar.
I brought it back to the group and my dare was successfully completed.
I didnt see my friend after that day, ever again.
I think his family moved away.
Ah, gotta love truth or dare.
It was nice knowning you Taylor, lose the habit.