#56, Jesse G.

Jesse was another of my mom's friends when i was in high school, although he was more like a friend-of-a-friend. Thank god, too, because i don't think i would have been able to stand it if he had been around any more than he was.
Easily 6 and a half feet tall, and with a springy mop of curly brown hair, Jesse was one cocky mutha. He always wore jeans and some kind of gutsy jacket, to go with his rockstar persona. Problem was, Jesse was a drunk. A mean one. And a frequent one, unfortunately. He would often be the person passed out on the couch in the morning, and i know that some of you know what i mean. He was loud and obnoxious and arrogant. Once, i was in the bath, and suddenly the bathroom door comes flying open (it didn't have a lock) and in swaggers Jesse, drunk out of his mind. I freaked out, grabbed the shower curtain and tried to cover myself up, screaming at him to get out, get out. But he didn't. "Relax...." he said, "it's nothing i haven't seen before." and proceeded to empty his bladder while i cowered behind the shower curtain. Good times.