Twelve

Whoa, flashback day again. Look around, where am I, some kind of attic? Okay, here I am. It is 1987, and I am at a sleepover birthday party. There are about seven of us, in a loft above the birthday boy's garage. I am in eighth grade. I don't really know these other kids, since I am new in town, but I got invited because I share a first name with the birthday boy. We've all recently gotten into playing Dungeons and Dragons, and tonight is the first time I've ever been a Dungeon Master. One of the kids brought a bottle of Southern Comfort and is passing it around. As it reaches me, I pass it on without drinking. I've gotta keep my head, they're depending on me to be the Dungeon Master, right?