Mother fucking Clay. Your not lucky until you meet him!
_Clay: This lad right here is one of the chillest kids around; he is from Wisconsin on top of it! He has that swag where not many can pull off with the beanie and back pack! I first met Clay down and the good ole Dirty Dale; Southern Illinois University-Carbondale at Polar Bear. This lovely lady Marilou brought a few friends and I to this lads house so we could all relocate to another party. At the other party that’s where Porch went haywire on a bottle of Canadian Club and blacked the fuck out. I mean, I ended up naked in the kitchen then curled up into a fatal position…yeah I was Porched-out to the face. But I stopped Clay in the middle of the party and mentioned that he looked like one of my buddies from Elgin. Not much went on from there (From what I remembered anyway) but the next day was the day upon all days where Porch McFuckingDonagh stamped his name into a college town! Considering I woke up drunk around 10 or 11 am; the people I came down with wasn’t there because I wanted to stay and get drunk but I needed someone to chill and drink with when I’m out of ideas on providing entertainment for others. As id look around, for some reason, Clay was the lad id walk over too because of his chill style and friendliness. Clay is the kid that will give you his beer since you don’t have any, the lad to listen to your story to see what kind of a person you really are, and a kid so chill you freak out when you find out he is only 17 years old! More towards the end of night Clay and his buddy Tyler, who is always another lad who is chill as fuck, were very interested in my Stay Wasted stories. They’d rather listen to my drunken life than go on and continue their drunken night. But over some time more and more people joined in and listen for many hours of the night. I felt like I had my first celebrity moment along with having that great feeling inside of me! Ahh fuck now I sound like a fucking 16 year old love bug! But the night ended with a few pictures and we said our goodbyes after I showed them what Porch was made of: drank about 45+ beers from 10am to 5am, shared my Stay Wasted stories and website, and exploded with wildness. If I could narrow down this lad into one word it would be a Twitter hash tag because it would be never ending but since I’m a man with words Clay is a man I met over one weekend and I can say with confidence we will have another crazy night yet to come. Clay can mostly be described as “Straight up G.”