Chapter Seventeen.

[take_theride]

Strange memories on this tired night in the city. It's been a long-ass time. Has it been months? Maybe a year? It seems like a life time of watching people come and go. Starting shit and ending it. Or sometimes just ending up wasted somewhere I'm not familiar with

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[grenadeball]

clearly we need to follow your steps

i think i can squeeze this into my schedule

[take_theride]

Fuck.

I never stop.

Where to.

[grenadeball]

where did you go

clearly we need to go back there and find out why you were there to begin with

a mystery of the brain

[take_theride]

The Woodstock abomination was in Atlantic City.

But I've been traveling for a while now. I don't remember half of the places I've been.

[grenadeball]

load up your tape recorder

we will discover its secrets

[take_theride]

I have a whole dresser drawer full of tapes. But we'll go with the most recent.

There's a segment where I think I won a thousand dollars on a slot machine before I remember I only bet a penny and it turned out I just won ten.

[grenadeball]

okay

we can do this this summer

we will solve the puzzle that is your tape

[take_theride]

I say fuck it.

Let's just start a new conundrum. Or something.

[grenadeball]

okay

yeah

get MORE tapes

a lot of them don't even understand what's out there

we will show them

this will be our contribution to the world

[take_theride]

Works for me.