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I sat on the couch with my knees tucked under my chin as the TV, only a few feet away, was on full blast. It’s only 3:22 in the morning and I really don’t care. I closed my eyes and Breathed deeply as I let the noise swallow me whole. Suddenly Joe swings open his bedroom door and stumbles into the living room in nothing but his boxers. He looked like he was run over with an eighteen-wheeler. “Patrick, What the fuck are you doing?” He squinted at me while running his hand though his beast-like hair. “Nothing much,” I hugged my legs watching Joe try to wake up enough to yell at me. “Why are you up this