Swim House Fail.

A bro filled house taught me the values of creating my own family not only by blood but by understanding.

These men earned my trust and my admiration slowly as I learned to let go of my own judgements against them.

I learned and unlearned a lot by jumping into their life stories.

One of the most genuine souls I met was at one of the house parties the guys had one night and he left one of the most impressionable memories.

I was downstairs minding my business and talking with the bros when a thunderous thud came rolling down the stairs.

This thud was so fucking loud the whole house stopped to see what the fuck it was!

One of the bros friends was so gone, he fell down the whole flight of stairs and smacked head first into the concrete wall.

To all of our surprise he was perfectly fine and claimed that he did not need to go to the hospital.

I was pretty skeptical the whole night because that monstrous thud was way too concerning to be brushed off so nonchalantly.

Guys being dudes I swear! Something embarrassing happens and it’s totally fine sometimes!

I don’t know his government name but people at the house called him Ducky.

I do hope he’s having the best time of his life wherever he is!