When friends kidnap you and drive you down to Lincoln from Omaha to take you to your favorite bar (I've had some good times at O'Rourke's.. good times), it always ends in disaster. This time, I ended up in a random hotel room in Los Angeles with only ten dollars in my pocket, a hangover, and the sounds of sirens ringing outside
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