We had all laid awake that night, listening to Matt screw Leslie. Kenny and I were sharing a tent, and Brad had one to himself. Kenny was the most repulsed by this situation. Except for Matt, perhaps, who had gone into Leslie’s tent with the look of a man resigned to doing his duty. For [...]
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We had broken out the pot just after the Missouri border. By the time we rolled into the Copper Pass in the Rockies we had been smoking for two days and breathing in all the smoke we had exhaled in lieu of actual oxygen. The whole time we were increasing our relative altitude. We were [...] Matt had been in jail for three weeks. He had finally been busted for a ridiculous number of parking and traffic tickets left unpaid in at least three counties. The various municipalities had then begun shuttling him around to their respective jails like thirteen year olds trading off a stolen porn magazine. |
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