17 December 2011
No Money Back
After Sonja had enough Jimi and I stayed up drinking with several Dope City gangsters last night. There are two such groups in our hotel. Does not seem to be any animosity between them but they do not socialize with one another.
They are young. Much younger than Jimi and I. They drop names. Names you have seen in the news.
Jimi and I do not drop names. We are old school motherfuckers. Fuck the names.
We drink and drink.
We will be having breakfast shortly and begin drinking again. Several hours later the gangsters will make their way down to the pool, look over at us blearily, and wonder how we do it.
We do not know how we do it ourselves. We just do it. We do it like Christopher Hitchens. Then we die. No remorse, no regrets, no money back guarantee.