So on Saturday night after hanging out at the local bar for a little while, a bunch of my friends and I decided to go back and hang out at my buddy's house. When we got there, we were greeted by his younger brother and friends playing beer pong. After a few minutes, one of the kids said, while he pointed at me, "You're the guy that knocked over my card house, you asshole!" I remembered the incident immediately, but I didn't remember the face of the kid whose day I had destroyed. He even knew my whole name. He probably saw my face in his dreams, knocking over his piles of cards over and over again.
It's nice to know that I leave marks on people's lives.
