How did the conversation get around to "I sell hard drugs for a living"? That's the part of this (fascinating) story that I'm having trouble with -- if I were a drug dealer, I don't think I'd announce this fact to a stranger in a bar.
He just came out with it; I tried not to act surprised. Though, looking back, the fact that he had ordered a full pitcher of beer for himself should have been a clue. I think he was already drunk enough to be rather loose with his tongue.
He mostly lead the conversation, deciding to tell me his life story. Which was certainly fine by me, as it was interesting as hell.
Hah! I wonder whatever happened to him. No, this guy was too blue-collar, building-things-with-your-hands-is-better-than-sitting-in-a-cubicle to be Brooks.
No; he had the military tattoos and all. 5 bullets for the 5 friends of his that died. His speech came too naturally to be made up, so either he's an excellent actor (which would be tough after consuming that much beer), or it's real. I'm voting real.
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He mostly lead the conversation, deciding to tell me his life story. Which was certainly fine by me, as it was interesting as hell.
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