Yeah, out of my group of friends in college, I was always the “group dad” doing my best to make sure everyone didn’t fuck up too badly.

And that’s why I have a scar from a drunk Latina biting me after I took away the rum, and a blood oath because I saved the life of a different one.

The dude got extremely sick, and had a fever of 105 and we dragged him into the hospital despite him fighting us because he was hallucinating that we were demons trying to drag him to hell.