Got a call last night from some Ev Covault chick. Said she knew Stef and that he was in trouble. Go figure. Asked if I could come out to California. Said she'd make all the arrangements. Fucking A right I'll come. My brother's in trouble, who else is gonna get him out of it. She called back shortly later with the flight info. Packed a bag and called Mom. Told her I was gonna meet up with Stef out there, made up some bullshit story. So she wouldn't worry.
So I get to the airport, and theres a freaking private plane waitin. The fuck? Who the hell has my brother been hanging out with? Then when I got into this dinky ass airport, there was car waiting for me? The fuck? I coulda took a cab. So now I am here at this freaking mansion about to find out the hell is going on. I just wanna know where the hell Stef is and what the hell the no brained wonder got himself into.
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