I’d made plenty of poor decisions in my life. Getting arrested in high school after being caught underage drinking at a house party. That time sophomore year of college when I sported a botched mullet for far longer than I should have. And that ice cream cone tattoo on my upper thigh was pretty ugly, not going to lie. Frankly, there were a whole slew of other bad choices I could rattle off on command if needed. This right here though—following Mae as she walked naked toward the outdoor shower—was easily the start of my worst decisions to date.
