Alan managed to be at my house about every day during the summer, since he was allowed to sleepover as much as he wanted – his mother didn’t mind. My mom, in turn, thought that since I was an only child, it was good to have companions around.

Of course, we did act a lot like brothers sometimes and, as I have recorded before, we often got into trouble together. The sleepovers were standard. Alan liked sleeping over because I had bunk beds and when he was at home he always had to share a bed with his younger brother, Patrick. So he liked the luxury of his own bed.

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