Joey started to yawn, a fairly aggressive and loud yawn. “Joey, buddy, let me grab you some pillows and a blanket. You can crash on the couch.” I point to the bed in the jail cell and back at the couch. “Would you like the couch?” I ask. “Ah, yeah man. The couch is great….
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Sariel looks down, away from my eyes, and very slowly lets out some words: “Sam … you … ah … you weren’t put in a grave. I mean, I wasn’t here, but I think you forgot yourself. We can talk about that later.” Sariel’s hand is still in mine, and her eyes slowly come up…
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“Sam. This cabin belonged to your dad. You found out about it when he died. That was fairly recent,” Sariel says. “Well, why is there a jail cell?” “Your dad was always a bad person. He was shitty to you, abused you as a child and eventually left your mom for another woman. He was…
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I see a foot enter the door. It’s small and narrow. “Sam, uh – this is really weird Sam. What’s going on here?” a woman with black hair and blue eyes says, as she stares, a deep and intense stare at Joey’s hairy butt crack. I lift myself off of Joey, stand up and ask…
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Joey walks off to the washroom. Several cups of kombucha and vodka will do that to you, and now that he’s broken the seal, it’ll be nothing but walking back and forth for the rest of the night. Tulsa begins wagging her tale and getting all excited. She’s jumping up at the door. At first…
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I open up my wallet, look at my ID, and say: “Joey, look at this man. I am Sam.” “Yeah, I know,” he says. “You knew who I was all along?” “Yeah. I am sorry about. I had your wallet. I had to check man.” “Oh, buddy that hurts. You knew who I was this…
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I know that if I wasn’t drunk right now, I would be really really angry with Joey. There are guys who get mad, fight, yell, and break things when they are drunk. They are the “mean” drunks. I’m not that guy. When sober, I can be brought to the point where I yell, but only…
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Joey and I are drunk as fuck. It turns out that you can barely taste the vodka when it mixes with kombucha, and the more vodka you drink, the better tasting the kombucha gets. We’ve gone through three bottles of kombucha and an entire bottle of vodka. It’s an alert drunkenness, but it feels like…
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“Well Sam, I guess there isn’t anyone here,” Joey says then points over to the cell and says: “Jesus man. Were you locked up in there?” “I don’t know, but I plan on finding out. I’m going to stay here until someone comes back.” “Wow. You’re one crazy fucker. Well, I’m going to stay right…
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Tulsa runs to the front door and begins barking, fiercely. It’s the kind of end of the world bark that a dog does when she’s giving up her life for you. There are mean snarls, growls, and the occasional crying yelp. I want to wait for the whoever has come in, wait around the corner,…
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