Salmon Fudge (Whiskey by Shoestring Dialogue)

I was sittin on the porch whistlin.  No tune in particular, but a mish-mash of partial tunes that I could remember.  An annoying way to whistle really.  I remember seeing a few other people out on their patios, talking loudly, drinkin, and I was jealous that I had no such bash to attend on a Friday night.  Then I caught some of their conversation, and I was glad that I was alone.  That was the night I met Salmon Fudge.  What parents that guy must've had huh? That is his real name. 

Salmon was absolutely crazy, and decided that he liked me, so we went drinkin.  I'd never been drinkin like that before.  We started with a brown bag just to get us to the bar.  Then we got free drinks there because Salmon knew everybody, and they closed so we went to some girl's house, and all these people were hangin out.  The kind of people I'd always wanted to meet, and was beginning to think didn't exist.  It was like when you talk to someone you really admire, mostly you're just scared.  Scared they're gonna be assholes, scared you won't be accepted, scared you might not like them as much as you thought.  It's almost better that heroes stay in books.  That's what we like about them anyway, that they're heroes.  These people were real, and Salmon was certifiably crazy, and I was drunk.