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04/18/12(Wed)02:51 No.18763776>>18763589
"So Dave," You say "Where did you get the Jeep anyway?"
"Won it last time I was in Vegas. Apparently I Won something like a quarter of a million dollars playing poker, bought it, and then paid for parking for like the next ten years."
"You're fucking kidding me."
"Nope. Didn't even know I had it, until I ran into the guy who ran the garage the other day. Shit, that Hanger we're set up in? Apparently I own it, and was plotting to build some sort of flying casino."
"And you don't remember any of this?"
"Ari, the first time I came to Vegas, I was running from a life-time of fuffiling somebody else's expectations. Soon as I got here, I decided 'never again' and I got a suitcase that I then packed with two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that I needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew I'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon." |