Eyeing the horseshoe bar like a felon on a three day ticket. A pocket full of blunts, lids, and no sharp objects.

\”Aye,\” said I. \” You are a fuckwit.\”

Nobody at our table slowed down a jot. Or quickened any.

\”Maybe it would be more prudent not to fire up your pipe with seasonal IOUs.\”


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