The other night we drank a 1/4 liter bottle of Tobala Mezcal (Waiter: “Rawr!”) with dinner and that night I woke up at 3AM with my mind racing. First I stressed about the NYU student who's been converting some videotape to DVDs and who recently told me he's done and could I pick up my stuff 'cause he's leaving the country in two days? Jerk. But
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