Maxie called me the other night. After ten minutes of incoherent sobbing, he admitted he had forgotten where he had parked his car. I asked him where he was. Max said he didn't know but he could smell fish and the smell of gasoline. I told him to look up and tell me if he saw a billboard with Romney's face in it with the eyes scratched out. He agreed he could. Then he remembered where the car was parked. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was Maxie holding a wrapped parcel of fish tacos and fries, waving a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label. "Happy thinksgaving!" He shouted. "My car is outside your apartment and I left the keys in your kitchen."
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