Everyone I grew up with in Ohio has grown into a fucking loser. Like unemployed in-Mom's-basement loser playing video games and jacking off to outdated copies of "Martha Stewart's Homeliving" with handsoap into Kroger bags.
No, it was a derby party. There were swastikas everywhere. Swastika stickers, wooden swastikas, giant metal swastikas. Whole lot of Doc Martin boots. Skinheads and KKK. It was very strange. It was in some clubhouse that had a front of a motorcycle repair shop.
Thinking about that one time I ended up at a Nazi party with a six-foot-three mulatto gay man and a Filipino girl. How the fuck did I make it out alive? (Btw, the gay man fucked a skinhead giel--he said nazi pussy is the best--"felt like velveteen".