Note: I combined 2 family dinners with 2 different guys into one for this part of the story. Everything that happens here, has happened to me. Just not all in one night.
Also, there's a bigger point to the story than just the drama. I'd tell you, but I want you to take away what you take away. Not what I want you to, you know? Just read in. You'll get it.
Part II
I'm pissed when forty minutes after I arrived to Newark train station, a gold BMW finally pulls up and honks at me. I don't recognize the car, but I recognize the man inside it. It's Devin's older cousin, Earl.
Last time I saw him was at Devin's birthday party over the summer when Earl partied a little too hard. At 3 A.M., he was nowhere to be found in the club. At 4 when the lights came on, we did find him-- curled up in a chair. He was knocked out with his arm on the armrest and his head on top of it. When Devin tried to wake him, Earl lifted his head, threw up on his own arm, then put his cheek in the fresh vomit.
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