So I've come to a conclusion. I'm used to partying with a safe crowd of people who, when you get hammered, have soft things to crash on, or have arranged that you have your own soft things
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Fat Tuesday, wheeew... I didn't mind getting plastered, I mean, sure I was going to Dallas the next day to make a drop at Panavision, but surely I could just sleep in the car, eh
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