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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 172 of 307 I like knowing I can defend myself if I need to. There was no point arguing with him. He would visit dangerous places and find despicable playmates. He always did and I always went along for the ride. We walked out and the first stop was the thumping high end bar right inside Harrahs. He ordered three expensive tequilas in a row, Patron, Tezon, and Porfidio. There went thirty bucks right off the top. If he would continue like that, without a stop at some seedy liquor store, we just might survive the whole thing. "Y ahora podemos empezar." After three shots, when most people would be stopping or at least slowing down, he says to me, "And now we begin." The next thing I remember was feeling something in my ribs. Push. Push. Push. Jab. "Up buddy. Get up." I opened my eyes. I was looking at news print folded right over my nose. Old habits die hard. My head was exploding. My guts churning. "Wake up or we're taking you into the drunk tank." I pulled the paper away from my face. It was two cops. One leaning over me, prodding at me with his billy club and the other talking officious nonsense into his shoulder mic. |
