Living with Kim meant I could bother him with a lot of requests such as "Kim, will you go drink beer with me?" Being the gentleman he was, he would kindly oblige.
One night in particular I remember for some reason we walked home. We were actually a bit drunker than usual. Well I remember I was, otherwise this story would have remained short.
Kim could walk for miles and he knew I was not the intense walker he was (although he did break my being dumped sorrow by walking me for days around Victoria) so I think he may have been creative here to get me motivated.
About a quarter into our 5 KM walk home he says we should take our pants off and see what it's like to walk without them. I think about this for a moment. "Hmmm. He knows I am wearing black shoes and black socks but does he know I am wearing super white underwear?" Probably not...
But when you were with Kim you were always a bit braver than you normally would be. So, the pants came off. I can't remember what color his socks or underwear were but boy did I look ridiculous.
Now you might think two drunken boys walking up the main street in the middle of the night with no pants would be weird but we hardly got any looks at all. So we began to sing.
All the way home we sang and hollered with no pants. Then we got home. Put our pants back on, made some food, watched some lame TV and went to sleep.
Kim, I can't wait for the next midnight stroll without my pants. It will be in dedication of the man who taught me not to be so damn shy!
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