AntiSovietTerrorist

 I awoke in the dead of night, something wasn’t right. I leaned over Aare, he was breathing, what was my problem? I sat up, only to get the full potential of my unnecessary headache. Last night was one of our drinking nights. We sit, talk, drink, and eventually pass out. Aare was always the better drunk, he had full physical control, plus he told way better stories. He made things like World War 2 more exciting then it already was. I soon found out why I had woken up, I ran to the bathroom and curled over that damn toilet. I guess I was loud; Aare came in only wearing boxers and squinting his eyes. When he realized the racket he laughe